“Sure, I’ll make some. Feel yourself at home...”While Dena went to the kitchen to make the coffee, Kea stood up and took a look around the room:...paintings, B&W pictures, a lot of books, records, no TV... On several shelves she saw glass boxes displaying sea shells of all shapes, sizes and colors. “Do you like them?” Dena came in with a pot of rich scented coffee and some pieces of homemade cake. “Wow, you’ve got some collection here!” Dena put the tray on a table, “I started some years ago,. ..I was angry but getting excited. Just looking at her, her daughter never wantedanything to do with bondage. I didnt say anything just walked over to her, shecould sense I was standing in front of her... "Please I know is this awful of meand thought once I had the hand cuffs on I could not turn back out, please," Ididnt touch her made her wait, she was getting very nervous, breathing hardpulling on the cuffs. She needed to know I was in control...Finally I said, "say the words beg me or I. Or maybe her bladder. Orville Morrison was a woman, or seemed to have the body of a woman anyhow. Sitting down to piss (or pee, as the girls would say), was something he (she!) wasn't used to. And there was a whole lot else (s)he wasn't used to, either.Breasts! They weren't all that big, as female breasts go, but they protruded and they were soft. The nipples were pretty sensitive, too. And below the waist the hips flared out. And that ass! It had become rounded, maybe even pear-shaped.. I rolled us over so she was on top. She paused for a moment and then her left hand was in my face holding the tube of lubricant. I was generous with it lubing her anus thoroughly while I continued to suck and lick her pussy and clit.She moved away from me moaning, “I want you in my ass!” She was on all fours in the middle of the bed. I rose to my knees, lubed my cock, and pushed in slowly all the way into her rear to a long drawn-out moan from her. I was buried to the hilt and she looked over.