Perhaps he may just become as valuable as he appears on first glance, but that was rarely the case and each sissy was a reflection of the woman who tr...nsitioned him from his maleness. He was merely the canvas. I was the artist, and I hungered to begin my art.I thought about securing him to a wall hook, but since he had not had his obedience ring piercing under his scrotum, I could not yet use one of the little locks I require all males to have attached to their obedience ring so that at any. I curled one hand round to finger myself, swapping between double-penetration and fingering my clit. He started grunting as he pounded away."Am I supposed to warn you about cumming this time as well?" he asked, a tremor in his voice.I felt myself tense up and my buttocks clenched and contracted around his dick like a vice, as he shot load after load of cum into my backside, some dribbling out and soaking his balls and my pussy.He flipped me over on to my back and I thought he was going to stop. I pulled the door shut as quietly as I could and hurried to the bathroom to get a cloth to clean it up before she came out. I had just finished cleaning it up and returned to my room when I heard her call me and asked what I wanted for supper. I said whatever was fine but that I was going to take a shower before supper if that was ok. She said it was. As I showered I couldn’t get the image of my Aunt fucking herself with the dildo and the fact that she was thinking about me got my cock hard. "What the fuck are you doing?" I asked. "We didn't say anything about you getting undressed," I said somewhat puzzled."No, but we didn't say I wouldn't." Randy said as he continued to slip out of his clothes. Peeling off his socks, ripping his shirt over his head, leaving just some briefs that he pulled down as his big cock came into view."Now, your turn sport. Take it off. Take all of it off. And don't get hard. Remember, you get a woody and you're mine the rest of the afternoon," Randy egged.