Matts balls began to swell up pushing tighter andtigher in the thong. They were becoming very sore as they were beingstretched much further then they...had been before, into the size of golfballs."They make me spooge out all my cum, mix it with their stuff and force itback in? This must be a new recipe for my cum or something, it's so sorebut look how big I am now! I can't wait for Brittany to come check on meagain."He didn't dare touch his nutsack as it was so sore but he tried standing.He. How many people callPatrick dress like you?" I was starting to struggle to think of myselfas a man.So here I was helping my "daughters" into their flamenco dresses andstumbling around in stilettos. We, the men of the family (well Maid andflamenco girls), were to be the ones wearing the dresses. The girlsgrumbled as I helped them into their dresses and then Celestine came into show me how to do the make-up and wig on "Antonia" and to supervise medoing the make-up and wig for "Juanita". I had. She looks up at me, pleadingly as she tries to grind her pussy against my hand, trying to cum. I smile down at her with the Ogre smile, and this time she doesn’t flinch away from it.“You want to cum, don’t you, Little One?”With an effort of will, I shove the Ogre back behind the veil. “Back in your hole!” I command.“Yes, please, Sir! Please make me cum, Sir!” she begs. She’s almost crying from the pent-up tension in her little body.“What about me?” I ask, as I straighten up and motion that she. He scooted back and grabbed my hand again, tugging it so I would follow him.“You can’t be seen here. You’re a female. There hasn’t been a female here in forever!” he insisted, and tugged my hand even harder for me to follow him. I did so, if somewhat reluctantly.It was a good ways up to the third level, and then we needed to walk down a couple of halls to where his rooms were. They were not on the front row of that level above the stores, but back on the third row of rooms. The hallways that.