I looked up at him, eyes wicked, drool running down my chin and dripping from his balls, tits jiggling a bit from the motion my throat was making as I...slowly swallowed on him again and again.“Can I...Can I thrust? Will I hurt you?” At his size it was no surprise he was concerned about doing harm with that monstrous member, but I was no ordinary girl and just gave his ass an encouraging spank. Eyes dancing he took my head in his hands again and fucked himself in and out of my throat, pulling. Whenshe did, her tone was far more gentle than I had worked myself up intoexpecting. It was tender and caring."Tabitha, what are you?"It took me a moment. Because I overthink things so badly I have ahorrible habit of thinking that the answer to this kind of question mustalways be more complicated than it really is. I was beginning to learnthat the answer is often very simple though."Mistress, I am...a sissy," I replied, barely above a whisper. For asmuch as I am finally accepting myself for who. I was in a utility area mostly, next to a kitchen and a cleaning cupboard, with the rest of the floor around me being offices. No lights were on, there were no people around, and no security cameras either.There was the same low level of activity out the back of the building. Not having tens of feet of earth in the way, I could see out the front of the building now, and there were many people out there. By the look of them, security and management types mostly. There weren't any fire trucks or. The unwanted feelings of arousal I got from reading the story were gone now. Those pictures are a window into my very near future and I fucking know it!The next two pictures were like an intermission. I got to calm down and stare at a woman being fucked by two men. She was strapped down to a bench and obviously not very happy about what they were doing to her. But it was still easier to look at than the previous six pictures.The next two pictures were of two women masturbating a horse onto a.