Guiltand Shame were clearly not recognized by Mr. Smithers in any way.Only by me.I had let a man kiss me!! And OWN me! All my conditioning from all my...life swept over me. Shaming me. Theickiest, biggest possible gag reflex. I had sold my masculinityfor some zither lessons. I was worse than Jack, that beanstalk guy,selling the cow for some beans.I cringed and hid my face and vowed to never see Mr. Smithersagain.Chapter Four -- Zither, then dither.Forty-four hours later, at 3 p.m., Wednesday,. One of these cracksin the unit ends at my feet. I am terrified. The crowd urges me forward, their gazes so violentand their eyes so hideously contorted with disgust that Icannot help but move. Trembling, I walk down isle. I feellike some small bride, sold out by her parents, sold intoslavery. Oh my god, I've just mentally identified myself asfemale. That can't be good. But I have no time to stop andthink about it. As I walk forward the path closes behind me. From the loudspeaker comes. Her eyes were screwed shut but she forced herself to open them and for the first time in her life she looked at an engorged male penis.It was long and thick; purple veins ran along the shaft and the pink glans leaked clear droplets of pre-seminal fluid. Ray pushed up with his hips and pushed down on the back of her head and mashed the muzzle of his pistol into her temple. Reluctantly Nadine Munner opened her mouth and Ray’s bloated member slid over her lips and tongue. He humped at her face,. Mera dahina hath uski bayin chuchi ke upar aa gaya.Maine use haule haule sahlana suru kia fir thoda thoda dabane laga, idhar main nirantar use kiss kar raha tha. Mahsoos kia ki uske nipples tan gaye the. Ab maine uske spaghatti ke knots ko untie kar diya aur use sarkakar kamar par kheench diya.Andar usne pink bra pahan rakha tha, ab mere hoth uske hothon se hatkar uske dayen nipples pal atak gaye the. Main uske nipples ko uski bra ke upar se hi kiss kar raha tha. Mere hothon aur bra ke fabric.