The signals describing pain never subsided. Instead I wassimply too distracted to feel them anymore. I was nearly humping back intoCassie?s thrusts of...the dildo that had increased in pace and depth gradually. I felt again likeI had before with the smaller one, the feeling of being masturbated from theinside. I felt no urge to cum but instead a feeling that I was always having amild orgasm. I wanted more, I wanted it to be an orgasm and so I pressed backand tried to keep time with her thrusts. I wondered what it was they were noticing; was it my girly hair,pierced ears, androgynous clothes - or even, I realized, the polishedfingernails? I stayed at my desk as much as I could, afraid to model mywomens' pants and shoes, except when I had to go to the bathroom. I atemy lunch - it was about enough for a small rabbit - and drank the bottleAllie had given me, although I did have a coffee during the day too.I stayed late after the others had gone, partly so that I didn't have toget up from. He kept that up for a couple of minutes. Then she realized that he was not only bottoming out against the top of her shaft, his balls were now slamming into her pussy lips as well as the skin of her ass. She had somehow grown longer to accommodate him.She felt herself again approaching orgasm. As she bounced beneath him, he suddenly sped up. It was almost as if her mega-vibrator had come to life as he pounded in and out of her. She moaned and gasped and panted as she approached that peak. Then. “From now own, you will not address her as mother or mom. She is Charlene or Bitch. You don’t ask her, you tell her. Do you understand?” Russell asked Clay.“Yes sir,” Clay replied.After that day, Charlene couldn’t look her son in the eye.“You better get to school now or you’re gonna be late,” Russell said.Clay had already stuffed his deflated cock back into his pants and zipped up. As he ran out the bedroom door, he yelled back, “I’m going.”His sisters were already out by the front door.