“Looks like ta’day’s my lucky day!” the voice almost cackled. My hands reached up to the hand and wrist veering my lips, and I tried to pull...it off, my nostrils flaring as I was now heaving my chest to breathe, but in my weakened state, I couldn’t. I didn’t have the strength to overcome his grip. I tried to kick at him, but, again, my efforts were fuzzy, weak, and uncoordinated. Something was wrong with me, and I didn’t know what it was! My captor began to pull backwards, and for a. . She is not tender but she is beautiful. The girl is there too and I go down on her again. She is lying there quietly. The woman is in me with her fist fucking hard. I push back and tell her to fuck harder. She has me opened as the fist glides in and out of my wet pussy easily. She fingers my clit knowingly as she fucks. I tell her she is good, and then say, "Go deeper and harder." She does what she's told and I bite down on the girl again. The young one tries to push away. I pull her closer.. Oh it feels so mind-blowing to me; I just love it when you do that to me. I start to squirt in your mouth, over and over as I did before. You feel my wettest you stop then stick your two fingers in my wet pussy, you rub my g-spot and I tell you I’m going to come and you tell me just do it! And I do cum on your fingers. Then you start again licking my clit and pussy, wow that feels so amazing to me as I squirt again and you tell me don’t stop and I don’t you say that it’s just awesome that you. Silence was good and fit my mood.My room was far from luxurious, but it was private. There was even a small wash basin and mirror to go with the somewhat lumpy but clean bed and linens. While I was getting myself ready for bed, I used the basin and the small pitcher of water to wash the meal off my face and hands. I found myself looking at my reflection in the mirror.I had never had 'boyish' features, even when I was a boy. My face was a little too long and my features a little too irregular..