She didn't look like a man anymore by a long shot, she didn't move like aman, hell even her cum wasn't like that of a man. Even though she waspretty s...e was no girl either. She was just a sissy, a realisation thathurt. No matter how badly it hurt Marcy was certain of one thing. Shewanted out of John's clutches. She might be a sissy, but John was ahorrid man even though she was willingly cleaning his cock now.After John was pleased with the job she did he pulled his cock out ofMarcy's mouth and. It’s going to be nice to have a cum dump available to take care of us, whenever we want.”My “buddy” Kai had sacrificed me to the frat in order to save his own mouth. Now he was standing there watching as our frat bros used me like a drunken cheerleader on prom night. I could see him stroking his cock, while I was being turned out. “Use that bitch’s mouth,” he said.Dale’s dick was bigger than either Kai or Daniel, he had a massive, thick, 10 inches. He was stretching out my throat, my jaw was. Good, I can reach home early, I thought. When I began to wear the underskirt, Minister gave me a questioning look and told, ‘you told that you have time up to 2, why are you in a hurry?’ ‘Since it’s over here, why don’t I go; I can reach home early’ I replied while tying the knot of the skirt. ‘Michael is not there and Jerri will be in school, then why don’t you stay back and enjoy!’ Minister looked at me questioningly. ‘Enjoy! This is the way you enjoy! Oh please, give me a break Mr.. At sixty, they are reduced to a throbbing flayed pulp. I was expecting to get just the minimum mandatory sentence, but The Leader keeps on:"Sixty-one."...and all hope vanishes. They go on, and on, and on, one stroke every fifteen seconds, full strength, non-stop, against the same lower two thirds of my destroyed bum. Even when I am already lying limp, softly sobbing, it doesn't stop. At all. Whap!---whap!---whap!---whap!---whap!---It ends as suddenly as it started. The Leader just stops saying.