In a couple of hours, there I was in his room, in his bed cuffed to the bedpost, naked, blindfolded, awaiting his caress, soft kneading, and hard slap....That is how much I trusted him, my Master, my savior. I knew I might never see him again. I might never experience this again with anyone else. But that night, he was my Master, and I, his slave. I was thankful for it.He stroked my writs, his fingers easing into my skin, kneading it slowly to release any tension caused by the cuffs. I knew a bit. He then explained what happened after the divorce. You started treatinghim like a girl. At first, you explained that he wore panties becauseyou had no money and the sandals and hair accessories were given to you.He did not complain as he did not want to upset you. You slowlyconvinced him that he was a better girl than a boy and he believed youwhen you said that was a girl on the inside, just with the wrong body.He thought you would not love him as a boy!You are his mother, he believed. He was still on his back, his long hard cock resting on his stomach, reaching up to his chest. I climbed on top and finally mounted the man I wanted more than anyone. His cock slid up inside my used wet messy hole. As I rode him hard, my cock flopped up and down as he filled me with his long thick shaft. I was moaning in pleasure while the other guys watched in amazement at how devoted I was. The guy that had just had me, put his cock back in my mouth as I cleaned his cum off of it. . I did as I was told. I groaned as he slowly pushed his dick into my ass. It felt like he was moving around and entering me from a bunch of different angles, as he fucked me for several minutes. Eventually he pulled it out and told me to flip over onto my other side. I did, and he shoved his dick right back in. Again, he alternated between sliding it all the way in and out and just inches in and out. At one point, I swear he had it shoved all the way in as far as it could possibly go, but then.