You’re pussy is so wet and stretched that I can now twist my hand inside of you. You’re right hand is holding onto the chain of your left hand’s...handcuff, trying to pull away.Even with the knife in my shoulder I still have a strong grip on your waist and you can’t get away. I pull my hand out of your pussy just before you climax and sit back, letting you go completely. I grab my shoulder in pain. The effort of fucking you was too much. I move to you with rage on my face. You pull back in fear. I knew he was joking but managed to stammer out aquick "No thank you!" It didn't take me long to complete my ablutions andI shouted out to Gavin that the bathroom was all his. I went into mybedroom and started to prepare myself.First on was the gaff. Although I had been wearing one all week, it wasstill a struggle to get myself properly "adjusted," down there but Imanaged it eventually. Next I put on my long-line, black bra. By now Iwas accustomed to manipulation all the hooks and eyes.. It was a life saver. Relief from all the hours of tedium came in theshape of the messages that poured into my social media accounts. We had the usual warnings from the company about not using email and the Internet for your own use, but whoever paid any attention to that? Then, one day I opened one of my messaging apps.Are you ready for this? it readBe careful, this could really change the way you look at life.Take the Ladyboy Quiz!Bah, humbug, I thought. So I clicked on the link and up popped. Your knees fall away and I gaze into the sweetest looking pussy I've ever seen, my cock jumps with anticipation. I lower myself and guide the thick mass to the opening, so wet and willing as your hips rise to meet the bulbous head. I feel the wetness surround the head and hear the pop of it entering your channel...my body quakes at the wonder, so tight it seems, yet I will slip into the slippery abyss of your desire soon. I pant out a request "Lay still so I can slide in gently...my cock is.