It was almost like I could hearsomeone else screaming in the background as he casually touched the tipagainst my thighs, my ass, my nipples and variou... other parts of my bodysending painful waves of electricity through my body.I was so beaten, so vulnerable, so mentally broken by his sadisticattentions that I was blindly mumbling back his commands to me. At thatmoment I would have promised anything as I admitted that I really was agirl, that I had never been male, that I was inferior to him and. I started to ‘attack’ them. I was squeezing Pooja’s big boobs, licking them, kissing them, twisting the nipples and biting them.Pooja was just moaning and was still sitting on my lap. Then she said to me, “They are all yours, do whatever you want”.I played with her boobs for more 5 minutes and then I opened her skirt and pantie and my remaining clothes too. We both were naked. She noticed my erected cock and was amazed to see such a big cock. She took it in her hands and started giving me a. And then didn’t ... well, I think I was justified in assuming that terrible things would happen to me.But all she did was talk.She started off talking about the stuff we were moving around.“What’s this?” she’d ask.Usually I knew what it was. Dad had a lot of woodworking stuff, and auto mechanic stuff. He had all these hobbies that he got into and then let lay, and each of them left some group of stuff behind. Like there was this one thing that was a plastic box that had a little spindle. It wasn't a necessary item from a functional point of view but they were part of the uniform nonetheless, and she liked the look of them a lot. As she sat on the bed one leg on the ground with her toetips standing en pointe, her other leg raised a bit to pull up the garter, she was hunched enough to feel all the tight garments pressing on her bladder that had already filled a bit from the five liters of liquid she drank earlier. So as soon as she had arranged her garters to be on equal height,.