. She wasn't wearing a strap-on. It was her. She had a dick. He was being fucked by a shemale. "Oh, God," he groaned, half in horror, half in...he was...'t sure. "Yeah," the shemale moaned in agreement. She was quivering as she fucked him, moving her slender cock in and out of Patrick's asshole slowly, sinking in as deeply as she could on every stroke. "Hey, you started without me," a voice complained. Patrick looked to his right, to the doorway, where a short woman stood. Very short, he saw. The. Marla was intended to be the strong female character who triumphed over extreme situations. But ... it turned out that Marla was not as strong her friends and relations thought she was, and under the stress, she broke. She didn't quite shatter completely, but she is broken.She sees herself as property. She belongs to Eckert and she likes it that way. She doesn't have to make the big decisions she's scared of, or worry about tomorrow. Instead she can just deal with everything as it comes,. He had specifically had this outfit made for me with holes in the kneecap area, and big holes so my entire tits hung out. I donned the outfit and put on the matching leather gloves. I returned to the living room and saw a new collar on my torture chair. He adjusted it around my neck snuggly fastening it. Then a surprising thing happened. He reached in his pocket and I felt a surge of electric current at my throat and neck. The tingle went entirely throughout my body causing my nipples to harden. I couldn't hold back any more and came on his stomach. He came a minute later. We cleaned up and went to the kitchen for a snack. He said he has some friends he jacks off with, and wanted to know if I wanted to go over there. I said I'd have to think about it.He asked why,I said I was nervous about being with others right now. It's cool he said. I went home and did my homework and ate dinner. When I went to bed I thought about what he said. My dick started to grow as I thought about what it.