“You might not want to think you’re fucking me but you still are,” I say.His belt buckle clinks when he undoes his pants.I take the paper bag an... pull it over my head. Now I’m a princess and I hear the sound of him tearing the condom wrapper. I smile behind my shield of brown paper.The air in the room is cold, but his hands are colder when he gropes at my chest. He pushes me back against the counter. I bite my lip and I prop myself up. He reaches between my legs.It’s funny how I once thought I. The camera tilts and refocuses as it records every moment and every detail of my torment.Zoe's face appears above me. Her eyes are searching mine, perhaps looking for signs of panic."Let's take this up a notch, my little slut!"This time, the tightening takes me beyond anything I had every known. Whimpering becomes screaming. Zoe waits for the tears.I try and concentrate on me vibrator which is now on full power. I push myself against it hoping that a surge of pleasure will help my pain. I am. Even Brenda turned to watch, moaning as she watch her precious pregnant puppy getting violently fucked again by the father of her pups. Brenda fell to the floor, signaling me to mimic Sammy and ensure that she was going to give birth this year. I climbed off the sofa and straddled Brenda. Her pussy may have been carrying a c***d but it was totally open for business."Daddy, I think our unborn baby needs a bath..." Brenda moaned as she reached behind me and coddled my balls. I watched Sammy. Even though I live close to the mall, I work in a city several miles away.I had little risk of seeing coworkers. I know few neighbors, and haveonly lived in this part of the country for a couple of years, so runninginto someone I knew was the least of my worries. So why do I feel like Ihave a flashing sign on my back that says "look at me, I'm atransvestite?" I can almost feel and hear my heart beating out of mybreast-form clad chest!We park and walk toward the mall entrance. It took.