Of course-my boyfriend. He loved me; or rather he loved who he thought I was. Maybehe could take me to the house of a friend for three days and then I...couldmake contact with my parents, who could get me to a lawyer. Once I couldreach a lawyer who was prepared to believe my story and take it before acourt, at the very least I would be spared from being surgically turnedinto a girl, and I might win compensation or my freedom. The sentencehanded down to me by the judge eight years ago had. Asimple piece of cord held her ankles to the seat post looking after her legsand the ball gag from my pocket was a tight fit but I managed to get it in hermouth buckling the strap at the back of her head.? I didn?t expect her to wake up but, in mybusiness, you don?t take chances. Climbingout in the rain again I rolled her to the floor between the seats, shut theback door and climbed into the driver?s seat.?Twenty minutes later I parked the car beside mine in the double garageclosing the. Through her gritted teeth, she urged me to fuck her doggie style, as the song, "Mama Told Me Not To Come ," slipped from the shadows and into my mind, and through the speakers. Her gasping gash gave up its liquid gold again, as my swollen pecker entered her love domain. This woman was one of the horniest women I have ever fucked. My balls were beating time upon her shuddering ass cheeks, in unison with the beat of the music. "OH, GO-OO-OOD GAWD, FUCK ME HARD AND DEEP!!!", she exclaimed as her. It had been a long day. As I was undressing I heard a faint noise at my door. I turned around to find my sister staring at me. Megan was two years older than me, but from the time I was born she would follow me around. "Hey, sis, Whats up?" I said as I took off my shirt. "I was just walking down the hall when I saw you taking your clothes off," she said as she stepped closer to me. "Yeah? Why stop and stare though?" I asked as I stretched to loosen up. She pointed down towards my crotch. I.