If we glue your wee-wee between your legs, you'll lookjust like a girl. Like my girl."This was a lot to take in. The idea of being that much of a girl...made himwant to leap up and scream 'hallelujah,' but it also scared him to thepoint of feeling that now familiar sensation of his genitals contracting.He cupped his left hand over his mouth and his right hand on top of theleft as he considered how small and pretty and vulnerable and female he'dbe if he did this."Oh, Paulie, look at those nails!". . I filled out the forms, guessing at what sorts of abuse that Trixie had most likely enjoyed in the past and then I scribbled a long confessional at the bottom that complained that I had no idea about how to actually implement any of these delightful abuses and torments, particularly in any sort of convincing manner that would make any self-respecting slave girl want to curl up her toes and beg for more.Having done everything that I could do here, Peter took me over to his buddy Chris' café,. “Ooh, I want you soo bad.” She moaned hoarsely, pushing her lips onto his. He was then guided back to a bedroom, where the lights were left on. “Take off your pants.” Trish ordered, as she pulled off her own clothes. “You got it.” Garret replied, lifting his shirt over his head, and unbuckling his belt and sliding his jeans and boxers to the floor. He was fully erect, his cock about 8 inches long. She was emotionless, and laid down on the bed, her legs spread open and the fake tan lines. " I grimaced. It was true that Mike wasn't some boy my son's age. Still, it did feel exactly like that."If you say so." Margay didn't sound convinced. "Lynne, I haven't wanted to say anything too soon after you lost Jerry, but if you think you're ready to start dating again, there's this guy Andy works with that I think you'd really like. He's about your age, been divorced four or five years now, really nice. Maybe after the holidays I can invite you both over and you can scope each other out.".