My mind raced; was this the beginning of something incredible or just a one-time ego boast for Rachel.Finally, on Sunday evening I came downstairs to ...ind Rachel alone in front of the TV. I asked where my father was, and she said he was tinkering with something in the garage. I took my chance and sat next to Rachel, but before I could speak, she asked me if I enjoyed Friday afternoon. I told her she knew I did. I was disappointed as she told me that it wouldn't go any further but...she was. Chris put his hands up tried to beg for mercy through his bleeding broken mouth, he could barely breathe with all the blood rolling down the back of his throat. Gage stared with his dead eyes into Chris’s face showing utter terror. Chris begging for mercy only intensified Gage’s lust for violence. He picked up the victim by the throat again. This time Gage bending over with both hands he lifted and squeezed tight, his meaty hands could feel the cartilage around Chris’s windpipe, he tightened. "What ARE you doing? You really do look pathetic. I had an idea you'd been doing this, my stockings have been out of shape and full of your hairs. And anyway you're way too hairy to be a convincing tranny. Noone is gonna want you looking like that!" But mummy I don't want to be a tranny. I'm obsessed with your beautiful legs and this was the only way I could get close to them, by wearing your stockings, touching my legs and imagining that im touching your legs." You really are a twisted sick. His giant rough hands, pressed my boobs hard, he put his right hand inside my shirt and squeezed my left boob from above my bra.“Ouch! ”“Kya hua ”“Dheere se karo na ”“Saali, mammo ka size dekha hai, pahad jaise hain, dheere se karunga to kuch pata bh nahi chalega ”He roughly turned me around and ripped open my shirt, I heard the buttons clank on the metal floor. And there I was standing in a pink bra, with my huge breast ready to burst forth my ripped shirt lying in tatters on my shoulders. He.