Although I was tightly fixed on all fours in the rig, my sissy cunt was secured high up in the air at the right and perfect height and angle for Maste...´s harsh penetration, his hard and frenetic thrusts with his rigid Master cock had rocked my body. So even my steel trapped sissy clit. The result was that the steady stream of my sissy slime splashed from the steel tube hitting my sissy body. The sissy slime had closed up against my stomach and down on my thighs even though they were fixed with. "That is because some boys get a bigger penis and some get a small penisbut it's not the size that counts but what you do with it." Ron gasped.All the boys laughed at that quote as Ron continued to talk about theirbodies and what happens with puberty. "Now I need a few volunteers, oneneeds to have a foreskin and the rest need to be able to squirt." Ronhooted. Wesley stood up and said he would volunteer for the foreskin partand the twins said they would be the other volunteers.`Thanks guys but. They were matted and pinned to the studio walls. A large, unfinished canvas sat on an easel. It was an acrylic painting of Cathedral Rock at sunset, an artistic cliché in Sedona, perhaps, but a majestic Arizona sunset as the backdrop for one of Sedona's premier red rock formations had captured my attention and imagination."This is my art studio," I said. "If we tear out..." That's when I noticed Angela wasn't paying any attention to me. She was studying my paintings."You did these paintings?". She came into the dining room, where I sat at the table with a glass of milk. She trailed her hand along my bare shoulders and I looked up at her as she passed. Her hair was up, still messy from sleep. She wore a loose white robe, the halves open just enough that I could see she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. We exchanged good-mornings and she went into the kitchen. I found myself staring at her legs as she passed.She brought back a glass of milk and sat in the chair cater-corner from.