I expected some verbal abuse, maybe worse, for being the last, but Helen simply said, "I'll deal with you later, now it's Cathy's turn." Then she aske... me to help her strap Cathy to the 'trussing board', apparently her nickname for the low table.We fastened Cathy's arms and legs to the four corners of the table. Cathy looked wonderful as she lay there, totally exposed, completely vulnerable. Her body seemed to be inviting abuse. My cock got ready to perform its own kind of torture.Helen must. She could feel her tunnel expanding around him as he pushed deeper into her belly. She felt him reach all the way inside her, claiming her pussy. He started moving in and out, massaging her insides. She was so tight she could feel the veins on his shaft as he slid inside her. She kissed him passionately, lost in lust for him. Her hips moved up to meet his, grinding her pelvis against him and not stopping until his balls were resting against her backside. Having cum once already, he was not. He didn't care, he didn't think twice about what would happen if she woke up; he didn't care. All he cared about was fucking the shit out of this woman spread out underneath him, and he didn't care who saw at that point, because that pussy was now his. Forever, nothing could change the fact that he violated that vagina, penetrated the inner sanctum of her womanhood and felt every soft fold of her honey pot thrusting the bulbous head of his shaft firmly against the back of her pussy.There was. After spending the last few years as one of the guys, it was a good to finally accept herself as she was and dress like a woman again. She knew she weighed a few more kilos than she should, but as long as she kept herself reasonably fit and ate healthy she wasn’t going to worry too much about it. In the last couple of days, her admirer had only sent her one present a day and it felt really nice to be receiving small presents of flowers, chocolates and perfume. It was good to have an admirer,.