Hungry for your copiously flowing secretions, I find their source and regale on them, turning your most sacred place into a barely recognizable attent...on-aching mess.Just like your vulva, your eyes cry over my repeated purposeful failure to deliver your much-needed relief. In the withdrawal of your craved drug, your moans have long turned into whimpers, approval has turned to plead, affirmation to begging for mercy—only fueling my nefarious self-satisfaction and my need to enslave you to the. . to see if your perceptions and feelings about him are ... what they should be?"I closed my eyes, trying to fight down the rage that tried to spring up and engulf me again. I heard the heart monitor begin to accelerate, and then I felt Debbie's hand softly rubbing my shoulder. I willed my breathing to slow and then focused on slowing my heart, damping down its pace as it thundered in my chest.When I'd regained a shaky control over my body, I opened my eyes to look at ... my father. It was. When did you decide that you wanted to be a woman?" she said, and laughed. Russ tried to laugh too, but he mostly just looked like he had a sick look on his face. "Just kidding. I know I'm making you wear a dress, but no kidding, you really should dress like a woman more often. You look really pretty. We could double date together." "I thought you said this was just like any other date." "You're right. I'm sorry." She went on to ask him about his likes and dislikes, doing her best not to. I opened them wide as he placed his swollen cock head at my entrance. As he pushed forward I bit my lower lip a little and winced some. He was bigger then anyone I had been with in awhile and he had to back off and adjust the angle to get it in me. He pushed again slowly parting my lips and stretching me wide. I held my breath for a moment as he finally slipped past my resistance. He stopped for a moment getting used to my tightness and heat. He kissed me and pushed it in. He took little in and.