Helplessness. Despair. Pain. Humiliation. It is a strange thing for aman to be raped, surely. Yes, the physical pain is intense, especiallyfor a ...irgin, but the emotional impact is far greater. It is enough tocompletely break a normal man. Tristan, however, was anything butordinary. He was a champion. He was a great warrior. Tristandominated everything put in front of him, be it women, battle, or othermen. And so his fall, though no less assured by the rape, was from afar greater. I'm not. I dress up this way sometime because it's just something I like to do. But I don't do it to harm anyone." I stood there looking around to see if my fuck-buddy would emerge from the trees to get me out of this mess. "It's a fetish. I like to crossdress." "Well, I can see that.", he said as he wiped the sweat from his brow. "And you do it pretty good." "Thank you.", I said as I reached down to retrieve my blanket. "I'll get going. I don't wish to intrude." "You're not intruding at. It took me a minute, and I thought Stacy might lose interest, but finally, a stream of piss erupted from my dick and splashed against the side of the wall.“Oh, goody!” Stacy bounced up and down and let her tits flop as she squeezed my cock tightly. “I can feel the powerful thrum-thrum feeling as the piss shoots through your cock. It is like a pump shooting through a big pipe!” she smiled and released her hand.As she did, my dick sprayed everywhere, including all over my leg and belly.“Gross!”. The two companies that Mark visited had done well. The investments Mark made in their stock had doubled in value. Both companies were doing so well that, if the double-digit increases in sales continued, the companies would be rated as mid-cap companies in the near future.Trish did change the flights she worked on to give her a layover in Chicago. Twice she called Mark when she landed in Chicago and he showed her the city. No matter where she was, in restaurants, walking on Michigan Ave or.