Maybe I made a mistake. Maybe Mistress Candy was crazy. All Iasked her to do was dress me up as a woman and take a few pictures.I look around the diml... lit room. In the mirror I stare and slowly touchmyself. First my new breasts, the feel almost real. If I pinch and rub Ifeel it on my real nipples. This collar is very tight, and Mistresssaid there were diffrent "functions" in here. I reach down again to mylocked cock....There's a bit of precum dripping out of the end. I guess it could beworse,. Not the longest I've seen but by far the fattest. He put his dick to my mouth. Then he face fucked me. I had a hard time keeping my mouth opened that wide. My jaw was hurting. Jim kept face fucking me. Drool was running out of my mouth down his balls. He pulled my head forward & shot his hot cum down the back of my throat. I didn't even have to swallow, his cum slid right down my throat. He pumped my mouth a few more times. I savored every last drop.Jim started milking my tits. Literally. Our house was built such that I could clearly hear mom and dad when they'd get it on, and I'd find myself with a big hardon after I'd reached puberty and I could hear my mom and dad together in bed making love.It had been several months after my father was killed when it began to dawn on me that my mother, Beth, a woman who'd gotten herself fucked regularly by my father suddenly no longer had anyone meeting her physical sexual needs. I found myself wondering how mom took care of those needs. She pushed back against his tongue as he slid it in a few inches. “Mmmmm yes!” Abby groaned biting down on her arm, trying to keep from being too loud. Brian reached around and slid his thumb across Abby’s lips. She sucked it into her mouth, pulling a groan from deep in Brian’s throat. He took his now wet thumb and pushed it into her ass slowly. She moaned loudly. He left his thumb there, pumping it slowly as he pushed his rock hard cock into her tight, soaking pussy. He pumped three times,.