Relax, he whispered, you will like this as much as any bitch does. Do you ant me to fuck your tight white ass?Yes, Master. Was my automatic answer. An... I think I did mean it in spite of being anal something I had scarcely practiced and I did not like. He penetrated me with delicate, yet powerful strokes, making me feel cared about me. This mixture of domination and caring, his strength and the helplessness of my bondage made me feel absolutely in his hands. I felt that I was his belonging and I. "Sam watched in bewilderment as his mother wordlessly placed a pink drink can in front of him. Without thinking, Sam read the femininely scripted label aloud: "Slender Sissy Diet Shake." As his laughing brother grabbed the can to see for himself, Sam whined. "Mom! What's this?" Except for special occasions, 'this' is what you're having for breakfast, lunch and dinner for the foreseeable future. Doris Gladstone says that your weight and boyish build are obvious obstacles to expressing your. My heart was all I could feel. "Do you have any weapons or firearms on your person?" She demanded, looking a little worried. "No, Ma'am," I answered her. "Well you made that machine out there go off like a carnival game. What are you packing, Bitch?" she asked me. She began patting me down roughly, not waiting for an answer. As she ran her hands up my legs and then my thighs, she touched my pulsating pussy briefly and then grasped the base of the plug. She tugged on it. "What th--?" she. Each time I would press on her bump I got the same reaction.I looked close at her vagina and noticed that something was missing. I had seen pictures on the internet of what was called a hymen but Patty's was not there. Her opening was quite wet so I pressed my finger into her and it went in quite easily. As I pushed, her hips would answer with a thrust forcing my finger in even farther. I started an in and out motion with my finger and Patty was not only moaning but she was breathing hard also..