" Me neither." And it was true. The sensation of the giant dildo thrusting in and out of me and his smooth soft balls caressing my clit while I watche... his arsehole get torn wide open was like nothing I could even have imagined. And slowly, slowly, totally transfixed, I saw that tiny cock that I was now so obsessed with, start to grow. The acorn had sprouted. I continued fucking the dildo but my eyes were glued to this tiny cock as I watched it blossom, 1 inch long, a half inch wide, 2 inches. ‘Did you enjoy your dinner?’ she asked, rolling her shoulders in the dress, feeling that her tolerance of it was coming to an end. He looked up at her to answer and noticed her discomfort. ‘Are you alright? You seem fidgety,’ he commented. ‘This dress is most uncomfortable. I don’t know how women can stand such restrictive garments. Would you mind terribly if I changed back into a shirt and trousers?’ ‘Yes I would,’ he replied. ‘You promised that you would wear a demure dress this evening and I. Here comes the realexplanation behind this story: You see, my deepest secret is that I am acloseted and very frustrated crossdresser and would have given anything tobe half as beautiful as Brenda.I spend my days dreaming about what it would be like to be sissy Michelleall the time. I spend my weekends trying to make this come true.I love coming home from work on a Friday evening and running a hot bubblebath. I proceed to shave my entire body and then begin the process ofdolling myself up. I. The master’s palm just kept on coming landing it every time with unbelievable precision on the slaves little clit causing each time more and more pain. The Negroes’ pussy didn’t receive any rest and pretty soon started to get wet. The harder Abby hit her, the wetter the slave’s got. On and on her master hit her merciless down there without stopping turning Kadija’s pussy redder and redder. After a few more hard swats Abby started massaging her, making her so wet that she couldn’t stand it.