Moving his left hand to my stomach and his right to my boob gripping roughly biting in to my shoulder hard. I moaned for this is turning me on. I reac... around to unbutton his pants and they dropped to the floor. Wasting no time, he pushed me back to the table and shoved his cock into my dripping pussy. “You want me to fuck you?” “Yes,” I moaned. “What do you want me to do?” He grabs my hips as he thrust hardly. “Fuck your little whore!” I yelled as I orgasmed. After moments of him doing this I. We didn't have the encumbrance of children as I said earlier, neither did we have a car or very much money, but it was enough. Our weekends were spent going out, anywhere that took our fancy. Just pack some food in a rucksack, buy a couple of train tickets and disappear for the weekend.This particular weekend was just one of those times when we left the rigours of work behind and explored the freedom of the country. I still have some old instamatic photos of our trip to Dorking in Surrey, my. It almost looksreal, and that makes things even more disturbing. It's just rubberyenough to let folks know that's it's a mask. They told me it's a prettypunishment mask for sissies, to shut them up during training. No onewants to fuck a sissy who is complaining while getting fucked, Isuppose. So they put these masks on them until they no longer complain,until they accept it, until they like it.I wonder what my face looks like now. Did they feminize that too? Am Ipretty? Do I want to be. .Toh vo boli dikhao ye kya h..Toh mane thoda tuk aj sab dikhaunga…M usse kiss karta hua niche aya or uske boobs dabate hue uske pet par kiss karne gata…Phir mane uski jango par hath fera..Or kya jange thi..Maja aa gaya,,ek dum soft nd silky.. Mane uski jang par kiss kia…Or or suke pero ko necche se upar tak kiss karne lata…Orr ladkio kio se seductive part..Matlab uski inner thigs par kiss karne gaya…Par pyaar se vaha apna muh ghumane laga..Vo ahe bharne lagi..Maine uski tange chat rha…Maine ye.