.. the second thing you stillhave, slave... is your anal cherry." I heard her putting something on...what I couldn't see, even if I wanted to look bac... at what she had planned atme, I was trapped, a fly caught in a spider's web. Then I felt something pokingat my ass and realized at once she was wearing a strapon cock. She wrapped herarms around my chest, pulling at my nipples, then thrust the dildo into my ass.I screamed as loud as I could, and tried to beg her to stop, but even if. I mean, can I be something I'm not?" Here at the Pageant we think you can find what different things you are, and make each one beautiful, something to be proud of. I love you and I can love a man, and love myself, which people say amounts to narcissism, and its act is called masturbation. But masturbation can be proud and beautiful."Susie reflected on this. "I'm quite confused, Rita." Yes, sweetheart, because you thought sex was just a man pronging your hole. That's why in a moment I am going. I grabbed both of my tits squeezing them like I knew he would like. I apparently pushed him into frustration because he then, almost angrily, shoved his entire hand in fist form up into my pussy. “Aahh!” I screamed in delight.He paused and with a sorry look in his face he said, “I’m sorry, am I hurting you?”“No, honey, you are doing great,” I said with a smile on my face. I then decided to take advantage of the pause and said, “Take off your pants.” He unbuttoned them and took them off,. Still then there was raining heavily outside. When I slept I don’t know but when I awoke at first I could not recognize the environment and could not remember where I was. Then I could remember all and noticed that the dim light was spreading a sweet bluish light. The storm and rain had been stopped. In that dim light I saw that I and Madam were just alongside and her face was closed to mine. I could see her face, her nose near my nose and her worm exhale I could feel on my face.She was wearing.