. and been wounded like Dr. Watson and Quatermain. But I'm not a fictional hero. So I need a way to moor myself. And I want you to help me." I wouldn'... know what to do. I don't even know who some of those people are. And in many ways you are a hero." What do you mean?" Well, what's a hero? Certainly not Superman or one of those cartoon folks. They're not real in any way. They're fantasy. Quatermain was a hunter who went on an expedition that was written about — he didn't go looking for. I tried to guide my cock into her mouth, but when the head of my cock touched her lips, she pulled way, opening her eyes. I told her to relax and as she briefly looked down at my cock, she closed her eyes again and opened her mouth. I again tried to put it in her mouth and she seemed to wince a little. It felt good but I could tell she was still scared, and when I put my hand on the back of her head, and pulled her closer, she opened her eyes. Leaning forward, I started to move my cock in and. Then 10 quick ones damn I hate that. I am crying into the bed. Master releases me from the bed and holds me and cuddles me, rubbing my back letting me cry into His shoulder until I calm down. Master then rubs lotion into my ass making the fire go away. Master says W/we will order pizza delivery since I have too many welts to make dinner. I smile gratefully at Him. Page 3 As W/we eat in the bed and chat and drink soda, Master rubs my clit and pussy. He loves it when I’m. Already, she was becoming the whore I wanted."I'm going to make you my secret Charlene and teach you how to be my sissy slut. I know now, you always wanted to be my secret sissy slut. Now take off my shoes, socks, and pants, to get a good look at the cock that's going to fuck you."She started to cry but followed my instructions. Now on her knees, her mouth inches from the tip of my cock, and still crying, she started to jerk me off without me asking. I started to leak lots of cum."Now lick that.