But I certainly wasn't male anymore, and in a way, it seemed as if I hadnever been. My previous life as a boy growing up back east and going tocollege...at Notre Dame seemed like someone else's life. And I suppose itreally was. I was the only one who even remembered that life.I was starting to regret my ambitious walk though. I had only walked half ablock when the rain began to fall. At first, it was just a light sprinkle,but I didn't want to waste a perfectly good trim and set at M'Lady, so. You’re screaming bloody murder this feels good. Loud enough I’d be afraid of being caught if we were anywhere else even in a house. Harder and harder and harder you fuck my big hard cock. You start cumming all over me and squirt everywhere and absolutely soak my cock, my legs, your legs, and the seat. The intense pressure of you cumming added with your juices pushes me over the edge and slam once more into you blowing my hot sticky cum deep. We just sit there and start making out. I harden. OK?” “Fine with me,” John answered. “Ready,” Dr Gosman asked once John was situated. “Yes.” “Ok. Now, I want you to listen to my voice and shortlyyou’ll begin to feel sleepy and you’ll close your eyes,but you’ll be able to hear every word I say.” In less then 5 minutes John was completely under. “John? Can you hear me? Can you understand me?” “Yes,” came the dreamy reply. “OK. Good. Now, I want. Years ago, Master had decided to terminate my service to him on this day. I will tell some of my history. I will have to skip much because there isn't time left.I was raised in Master's house. My mother, all the other women, and I never wore clothes. We did wear collars. My mother wore a blue collar. The other young girls and I wore white collars indicating we were not to be used.My first memory of meeting Master was when I was twelve. He nodded at me and said that he would not sell me! My.
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