” I pouted at her, doing my best imitation of her puppy dog face. “But I just wanted to lay here with you all day. Now I have to put on pants.” ...he giggled at me. “I am way better at that than you are.” She crawled back into bed with me and kissed me. “But we have an hour, probably a little bit more. Your pants don’t have to come on just yet.” Her eyes had a twinkle in them. Her hand traveled down my body and started to slowly stroke my rapidly hardening cock. She turned around, and I spooned. I knew what I had to do but was loath to do so.Steeling myself I squeezed the right breast and pressed it against mychest. When I let go the aperture closed pinching my nipple. This had theeffect of not only making my eyes water but meant that manipulation ofthe rubber breast was transferred to my nipple; I did the same to myleft. Now very gingerly I pushed first my right then left arm into thesleeves, wincing at every bounce of my big rubber breasts, finally Imanaged to shrug the rubber over. Sometimes a Wife, SO, or Mother would bring the offender, smirkingsullenly, to the Salon. Other times Gertrude and Brunhilda weredispatched to bring the miscreant back to the Salon in a bag. Uponarrival at the Salon, there was always a lot of shouting: "I am a man","You can't make me stay here." "You'll be sorry." Make me wear a dress? Never!"At which point Brunhilda would put the clown into a choke hold, drag hissorry carcass to the nearest rubber sheet covered gurney, ask Gertrudeto please. My stomach ached and churned as he pulled his huge rod out almost tothe end, then tore at my skin once more, as he rammed his hot, thickcock back into my tiny virgin anus. His testicles bounced against theback of my thighs, as he buried his manhood to the very hilt, so thatmy buttocks were flat against his hips.I felt his hips against my skin and his round, hairy balls againstthe underside of my buttocks, his long cock was way up inside myasshole. The ideal sickened and horrified me that is.