. .You won’t allow it. This is all about YOU, and my pleasure (if it occurs) is completely by accident. Face down, ass up, I drift away to another p...ace but I can’t avoid the slapping sound of your body slamming into mine or the feeling of your swollen balls meeting mine with every push. And then . . . . . . the pay off. Lying there . . . gagged, handcuffed . . . feminized and emasculated . . . willingly taking another man’s cock into my body, allowing him to use me as his personal fuck-toy;. The man carried her into a large, gothic bedchamber with cathedral ceilings. Nearly one fourth of the huge room was taken up by the largest bed Kylie had ever seen. It was nearly fifteen feet across and round, with black, or maybe deep, deep red, silk sheets. The massive headboard, easily ten feet across, was carved into the shape of thin, young girl, nude, and with a look of rapture on her oaken face. She looked unbelievably lifelike, so much so that Kylie almost expected her to suddenly open. “It’s okay Albert. You can be honest tell me. You like your mother’s tits don’t you?”Albert looked down to the floor. he nodded somewhat abashed.“Aren’t they beautiful?” she beamed. “I’m so proud of them. If I wear something low-cut out in public, you’d be surprised how difficult is to get men to look me in the eye!” He looked up amazed at her pronouncement. She gazed back at him. “But I don’t mind. Sometimes it’s fun.” She turned away from him and faced her mirror. Moura giggled. She faced him. Finally, Grandmother Anna took her namesake outside so as not to disrupt the service. She surprised me by asking me to escort her. I stood up and led the way, opening the heavy door for the pair of them.Abuela Anna had an ulterior motive for asking me to help her outside with the baby. I walked the pair over to Melosa, figuring that a horse to pet would entertain the baby. Melosa was gently nudging the giggling little girl while grandma quizzed me. She didn’t beat around the bush.“What is your.