You're going to be a good little fit," he said, spitting at my hole and then using his other thumb to prod at me. I could only lean back and let him e...plore my asshole, wincing a bit when he used both thumbs to spread it apart. He pushed me onto the tile and got up on the deck, pushing my legs apart again as he stroked his cock and pushed it against the slightly limbered pucker, and I closed my eyes tight. "Open your eyes and look at me as I fuck you," he said suddenly, grabbing my jaw and. He reached for his phone to tell the reception to have this drunk woman removed.In giving a last look at Jennifer’s strong, attractive face, now with tears flowing down her cheeks, he suddenly remembered. He had seen her before, a mature, noticeably beautiful, well-dressed woman, coming out of a shop in Banks Inlet’s centre. He had watched her getting into a late model Alpha Romeo and drive off.So, George Ironmonger helped Jennifer to her feet and half-carried her to his apartment. What. Then she continued with her story.“When I got to the bathroom, I noticed there was a little bit of makeup in front of the vanity mirror. I guess she thought she might bring home another woman and set up another place for her to do her make up if she had to. I washed off my face and re-applied my makeup before stripping off my clothes but leaving on the black g-string and bra that I wore up there. I was missing something to give me that on the road sexy look I thought Cassey would like and then. This adorable pixie just told me sheplans on committing multiple counts of murder."That's a strategy I haven't thought of," I tell her."Your strategy...you taking the sissy road?" she asks."Yes. After the pageant, after what happened to me, my advisor thoughtit would be best..." Your sissy advisor thought it would be best if you became a sissy justlike her. So typical. Sissy bitches think every guy wants to be asissybitch." It seems like the best plan, I think. Isn't it?" You think it over. I'm.