Mr. Hall walked right over and started squeezing them. I reached down and unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out and started rubbing it."You're ad...icted to cock," he said. "You love to be fucked. You need to be fucked. You love a man's hands all over you. You love being used like the slut you are." Yes," I said. He was right. I was addicted to cock. I wanted to have sex all the time. When I wasn't being fucked I fantasized about being fucked. I loved it when a man looked at me and had that. ” She raised herself up and moved over to the recliner.“Now come to mommy.”Mike crawled to her on his hands and knees. She raised he legs up and put them on his shoulders. Mike moved close to her cunt and he could smell the tangy aroma coming from this woman’s dripping pussy. He dove in using his best tricks to try to push her as hard as he could. When he brought his hand up to assist she slapped him.“No hands a real man does not need his fingers.”He liked the challenge. He continued his work. After lunch, Teresa says, "It is time to start your training. Take offyour dress and come to the movie room. Don't forget to pee first."I go to my room and take off my dress, and put away the new clothesthat I bought. I am wearing the corset, stockings, high heels, andcontrol panties. I always wear the control panties to pull all my boybits in and give me a smooth look. I go to the bathroom to pee, and Icheck myself in the mirror. Dressed this way, with my perfect makeup,with red lips, I. My hand rests on his thigh, and my breasts are pressed against his side. Resting my head on his shoulder, my drink sits long forgotten in the cup holder. I take my eyes from the movie and run my finger up his leg, slowly sliding a path along his inner thigh. He shifts in his seat, and then kisses the top of my head. I turn my face to him. His lips descend softly onto mine, where they rest, soft and light. My other hand moves to caress his jaw, as our heads tilt and our kiss deepens. "Mmmm..." I.