Even if I'd worked up the courage to tellLilly the truth, the most I'd have hoped for was the occasional chanceto dress at home in front of her. But n...w I was looking at a future asa permanent sissy, and, worse, a cuckold. I thought about how I couldstop this rush into the future, but short of ruin, public shame anddivorce, I could not think of any avenue to a different outcome.Unfortunately I was lost in thought and not paying attention to Lilly'sdirections. I'd stripped. But was not yet in. Leah's mind was racing. She tried to come up with a plan to get out of this situation. Or at the very least, survive."I'm going to tell you what's going to happen next. What we have planned for you. Just a warning: It may be a little difficult for you to take in." I don't care what you have planned for me. Cuz it's not gonna happen! Let me give you a warning, fucker: You come near me, put one finger on me, you're going to die! So try it!" Leah yelled at her captor.Alfred gave her the generosity. That was when she really started moaning. She slurred something about being too sensitive, but that's when her pussy becomes even more fun to tease. I fingered her faster and sucked her nipples hard. She was gasping, almost begging me to stop. But I told her "No, baby. I'm not stopping until you cum again." (I can't really be considered sadism if she's loving every minute of non-stop pleasure, right?)Morticia was shuddering and trembling the more I touched her and I was quickly becoming hard. And she laughed. I got out and held out my hand to her. She took it and cautiously scooted across the seat. Gently she slid off of the seat and let her feet rest upon the ground. Little by little she allowed her legs to accept more and more of her weight until she was standing somewhat wobbly next to me. She took a tentative step, then another and another. Soon she was walking fairly comfortably, although bow legged and it looked as if that eight ball was still wedged up into her birth canal. I.