‘Tanaya stood on the front veranda looking out into the hail covered street as both men walked around the exterior of the house checking for damage ...efore heading over next door to check for damage then knock on the Brinkley’s door. ‘Tanaya’s attention was diverted when Brent and Matty hurried across the street looking wet and ragged. They hurried up onto the veranda out of the rain. ‘The flats have lost the roof all along the building,’ Brent said without preamble. ‘Wall has poured in through. I long to rain kisses up and down your glorious shaft and do the same to your swollen eggs. To lick and fondle and suck them as I stroke your width with my little sissy, nail painted hand. My little clitty just twitches thinking of your huge yummy cock head parting my lips. How wonderful you taste on my little cumslut sissy tongue, how the girth of your cock fills my mouth and throat so completely, how completely sissy and femmy I feel when you fuck my subby throat. I would never feel more. ---Her mom would be gone all weekend until Monday morning and I could see it in Stephanie's eyes. She knew what wanted and she wanted it NOW. She made a leap and I caught her in my arms easily. We started french kissing and necking heavily for a long time. "My bed. NOW." Stephanie whispered, finally breaking the silence. I was more than happy to comply with that and carried her over to her bed, a full-size queen bed. How they managed to get it through the cellar door, down the concrete steps. It did a great job keeping the tube secured in me once the pressure of the hot water flow started. The winch that I used to stretch me out and immobilize me and timer worked great. With my legs tendered wide over the floor drain in the center of the garage that will catch the hot water flow out of my worthless vagina .The winch brought me up and stretched me wide. Everything was set for me to carry out my torture ordeal. Here I was hanging there with the anticipation of what I was about to do.