”I merely nodded.“So I’m thinking we should probably just burn the pictures and magazines.”“Yeah, probably.”“And the furniture is good s...uff, we just need to ... clean it up a bit.”I nodded, understanding what she meant. We’d have to take the eyebolts out of the bed and chair, and clean out the armoire. But I didn’t know what we’d do with the padded bench. I could think of only one thing it was good for, and I didn’t think the Salvation Army really wanted a “fuck bench.”“For the rest of the. I reached down to pick up the cold metal clamps and look at them from every possible angle. Knowing that I would be wearing them later I went ahead and put them on. The combination of the cold metal and the agonizing pinching made me wet. My clit began to stand on edge and beg for some attention. After about ten minutes and still no sign of you I couldn’t resist the temptation to play with my pussy. I rubbed my juices all over my lips and fingers and slowly pushed them inside me. It felt so. More particularly, Brian had a strong fetish for young twink boys being forcefully turned into sissy girl slaves who wear dresses, heels, and makeup; beg for a fat cock in their ass and mouth; and endure humiliation and punishment simply for their owners' sadistic enjoyment. Some porn and erotic fiction he found on the Internet only fed his desire to own such a slave himself.Eric lifted the box and turned to face the center of the aisle, and Brian felt his cock twitch as he watched Eric's. She eased it in and out a few times, then began to thrust, using her hips to pound it inward with powerful strokes. I'd never been fucked like that before. The bed shook with each thrust. Again I could only lay there and plead with her to keep fucking me."Fuck me V, fuck meeeee ohhhhhh..." My body quaked in the throes of her copulating power. The memory of the last time Matt fucked me in his bedroom came back to me. It was nothing like this. She was completely focused on my body and giving me.