His claims of forced feminisation weremerely a face-saving measure for my benefit.I decided to let the matter drop, and steered our conversation onto ...oremundane topics. We chatted about the weather (naturally), politics(fleetingly), old holidays (nostalgically), and makeup (amusingly).Throughout our chat I called him Samantha and he called me Carolyn. Werelished spending the time together as our female alter egos and, inwhat seemed like no time at all, it was approaching eleven o'clock."I. Mummy ke muh se jor se cheekh nikli.Main thoda ruka aur dhire dhire lund mummy ki gaand mai daalne laga.Thodi der ki mahnat ke baad lund mummy ki gaand mai tha .Ab maine dhakke lagaane shuru kiye.Mere dhakko se saare kamre mai dhap dhap ki aawaz si gunj rahi thi.Saath mai mummy bhi àaaaaa aaàaaaaaa aeeeeee uuuuuu aurrrrvtezzzzz aaàaaaaaa mere bete aurrrrr tezzzzz marrr apniiii maaaa ki gaand aaàaaaaaa bhujaaaa de meriiii pyasssss àaaaaa ki awaaze bhi gunj rahi thi.Thodi der mai jhad gya main. I stop moving for a moment as i am filled with pain. In that moment i had just enough will power to turn and see a tall hispanic man, also on the chubby side, sliding his 9 inch cock inside me. I look back down at her, she tells me this is ricky, her husband. She starts moving again, and me still lost starts pushing back into her, all while ricky pushes into me. As he strokes inside me, he pushes me into her. For a few more moments im confused, and powerless to stop this. Finally i start to. "Can she stand?"He shrugs, reaches down and unfastens my ankle cuffs. He steps back without helping me further. It's pretty obvious I'm going to have to do it on my own. I wriggle round and manage to get onto my knees. My thighs and calves are aching, stiff from being confined in the cage. My knees are grazed from the bars of the cage and my shoulders are bruised and scraped, too. Connie watches as I carry on trying to get up. It's not easy at the best of times with your hands locked behind.