I was turning this dude on. I was being forced, ****d, and none of this was my fault. I was both in control of being the object of his lust and being ...ontrolled by a hot stud. All of my "what if" fantasies were being brought to life, and no one could blame me for what was happening.I gulped for breath, pulling as much air as I could through my nose. Maurice saw that I was in distress and said that he'd pull the gag out if I promised to be quiet. I nodded my head in assent, and he ripped the gag. Running her hand over his tented panties, she added, "You like havingtitties don't you honey?" I like doing what you want me to." He answered."Good, because I want you to be my little panty boy." Sue teased,squeezing his hard bulge.Sitting him at her vanity, Sue painted his toes and fingernails abright red. This made Tom nervous but also very hard. The white nylonpanties he still wore becoming stained with pre-cum.After the polish dried, she said, "Take your panties off." and then left the room. Suckling....slowly.caressing my curls with soft hot kisses.gently stroking my vagina tugging me slowly.hard. Stoking my vagina slowly..’tugging. ‘ I can’t handle not touching u.’ I heard. As I was deepthroated gently deeply. Rub.rub.rub...squeeze.a hot toungue circled high up my vagina circling..twisting.touch hot on my breasts.wet.. stroking.. ‘silence..’ I heard as the pressure between my legs grew deeper.rougher. ‘Your so moist..’ she whispered. Rubbing me deeper deeper inside my legs.. She told me to leave my butt plug and put the outfit on. I blushed but didn’t protest.Once I had the outfit on, she came out of her bedroom wearing a skimpy two-piece bikini.“Where did you get that?” Master asked her in surprise. It was small enough to be one of my bikinis, but I didn’t recognize it either.The micro bikini was made out of a pink taffy-like material. It held up her tits, and the strings were so thin that it looked like she was wearing nothing at all to hold her boobs in place..