Bruce came back and suggested that we continue with our lesson, we started again. Bruce and I wrestled on the floor for a couple of minutes before he ...inned me. Bruce chided me saying I was not trying hard enough and that he thought I was strong enough to get him in a submissive hold and make him give up!We wrestled around some more and Bruce instructed me to try and place him in a scissor lock. I had seen it done on the wrestling shows so I tried and managed to get him in a lock. Bruce. Returning to the small table, I sat...crossed my silken legs and beganto put on my jewelry, finishing with the large hoop earrings. Now thetime for the final detail had arrived...the fingernails. Cautiously,taking them out of the container and placing them in order of size, withglue in hand I carefully started the process. When finished I extendedmy hand and admired the way it looked. Susan was over by the mirror,fixing her make-up when I walked up behind her and viewed my. I was climaxing again. It didn’t matter to him. His strokes became stronger, more brutal. I was screaming. Every time I came, I screamed again. I don’t know how many times I screamed. It was a lot. In the past on the instances when I had a man inside me I would savor the moment, compare his size to other penises I had experienced. Andrew didn’t give me a chance to savor anything. I knew that any man who had had me in the past palled in comparison to Andrew’s size. He must be huge. He was. "That's right, son. But there are some other differences as well. You remember your penis?" I blushed. Mom hasn't mentioned that to me since I was a little boy. I nodded, and she continued. "Well, girls don't have one of them."I reached down between my legs and slipped my hand under my underwear from the side when I couldn't find the hole in the front. Mom was right! There was nothing there but some loose skin covered by a bit of hair. It felt funny to not have my... you know... anymore, and.