The first person I met after Carrie led me down was a wonderful boy, Mace. He tends to go by his last name, since he’s currently trying to change ge...ders. It’s just easier to use his last name rather than go between his female and male name. I love him, her, just the same. He was dressed in an insane skirt and waving a whip around. Somehow, anytime I hang out with this group of guys, it ends up turning into a whipping party. We talked for a while, and it felt like a good connection. I started. The image was clouded by a fine white veil which lay softly over her face. All around her floated a musical chant. The Latin text seemed at once strange and familiar, like a distant memory.As the chant concluded, a dark shadow blocked the sunlight. A rectangular shape was being lowered, slowly, by unseen hands. Jennifer strained to discern any identifying details as the shadow grew darker and darker. In the final moment, she could make out the pleated satin lining of the casket lid. Then she. My prick had started to swell as soon as her tongue entered my mouth. By the time Mom's hand reached my cock, it was already throbbing and engorged with blood. She gently wrapped her fingers around the shaft and deliberately began to pump along the entire length. I pressed my lips hard against hers, making it very clear that despite what she had said, I wanted the illicit intimacy we had enjoyed so far to continue. I lowered my head to my Mom's right tit and covered it with my mouth, sucking on. He continued to jack his cock as the two fought. Hecaught the cum neatly in his handkerchief and put it in his drawer forhis slave to clean by mouth later."Listen, I can help. At least I think that's why you came to see me,right?" They both nodded as he passed a piece of paper and a pen tothem. "Standard release form, I'm afraid. You understand."---Tom opened the door and Jean put the CD's down on the table."I feel really good. Did he hypnotize you, too?" he asked her.She nodded. "Yeah, I feel.