At first, the diary seemed a welcomediversion. Granted, he had been terrified at spilling ink on the pinkpages. Then, there was a relief in being able...to express how he reallyfelt. How Oren felt about the inescapable process of feminization thatwas overwhelming him.Now it had become perhaps the most humiliating part of his captivity.Every day, Bianca had to fill his diary with the sappiest dreams ofromantic longing. All for man who kept him captive.I don't want to be taken in anyone's arms. I'm. Main nay lun under nahi kiya tha. Phir main nay apnay computer per XXX ko chala diya aur ham dono nangay bed per lait ker daikhnay lagay. Woh ankhain nahi khol rahi thi main nay usay kaha zara ankhain kholoo aur daikho to us nay daikha. Phir main nay kaha jaisay woh moo main lun lay rahi hay tum bhi lo. Woh kamosh ho gaye.. Phir main neechay utraa aur us ka moo bed kay kinaaray per ker kay apna lun us kay mo main diya. Woh usay choos nahi rahi thi main nay agay peecha kiya. Aur phir ahista. She looked so beautiful, so needy, and her body was moving against his so urgently! ‘Gonna come!!!’ he cried, feeling his insides begin to unleash, knowing that his explosion was near. ‘Oh, God!!!! I’m gonna comme!!!! Yyyyyeeeeeeahhhhhhhh!!!!!’ Bobby yelled. His insides uncoiled and he spewed gusher after gusher of his hot cream into her. ‘Yesssssss, Bobby!!! Oh, yesssssss!!! Take meeeeeeee!!! Take meeeeee!!!’ Helen cried, pulling at her nephew, trembling with ecstasy once more. ‘More!!!. With an hour or two of effort, she was certain she could break the younger girl to her will permanently. Oh, well. She’d have time for that later. Time to end this. ***** WildRose had forgotten exactly how to control her breathing somewhere along the way. She kept finding herself panting with arousal, desperately wishing that Mistressmind would touch her the way she wanted to be touched, the way she needed to be touched. The other woman was saying something about her arousal controlling her.