My hands dropped to her hips.“Mel?” She sighed, and said, “You said you aren’t like ‘him’.” She meant the dominant guy from her diary. ...“But, it seems almost like you’re trying to be.”She pulled her shirt down over her breasts, and then pulled up her yoga pants.I plunged forward, “Well, honestly, I feel like I’m competing with him. And competing with my daughter, and competing with every other guy in the world.” I was scrambling for something to say, but I felt like I was blowing it. I rubbed. Some of those were even shapedlike cars like I remembered in the grocery stores back home. Those cartsseemed abnormally large compared to me, but at least they still seemedto be normal shopping carts. Next to those were the 'special' ones thatseemed to come with leg, hand, and even head restraints in some cases!It looked like one said something about instructions on the littleneeding to just be in a diaper only so electrodes could make contact...I shuddered and Granny patted my back gently. She moaned, sat up, and pushed her hair out of her face.She wanted to retch. She moved to the edge of the bed, forced herself tostand and stumbled her way into the bathroom where she splashed coldwater on her face to help her focus. "What happened?" Amber wondered. "I only had half of a Gibson." Shelooked in the mirror to see her hair messed, eyes bloodshot, and dressedin a white oxford shirt, its hem almost hitting her knees. She graspedthe shirt's collar and peered down into the shirt to. For a time the only sounds to be heard were my slurping as I messily sucked my first cock, and his grunts and moans. "Here is comes faggot" his cock growing in my mouth. His hands grabbing my head again as he began thrusting faster. At this point I panicked. I'm not sure if it was the realisation of what I was doing and the fact a stranger was about to cum in my mouth, or that I realised I would be truly a faggot if I tasted cum.Either way it was pointless, he grinned down at me while I.