" Not only was he humiliating her, but he was forcing her to enjoy it. She hated it, but her body didn't feel that way, not at all. It must have gotte... used to being used as a sex toy all day every day by any random guy. In her mind she had 2 choices, resist and possibly die, or just give into what she had allowed herself to become, a lowlife whore who's job it was to provide a moment of pleasure and hopefully happiness into these nameless, faceless, lonely humans lives. At least now i know why. November 12, 2000, Chicago, Illinois???? Steve“I take it this will be Suzanne’s room?” Leigh asked as we went into the nanny room early on Sunday morning.“Yes. It’s way more roomy and comfortable than the guest rooms downstairs.”“And it has a bigger bed which we should be in right now!” she declared.“And another important feature,” I said, pointing upwards.“Nice mirrors!” she exclaimed and began undressing.I undressed as well and a minute later we were in bed with Leigh on top of me, her. It had been itchy since the beginningof the therapy, but I there was no pain till that day. The nurse gave mesome painkillers and she told me that it was a natural result of thehormone therapy, which was an indication for developing breasts. In thefollowing days, I had some pains as well, yet they were not so strong. Mychest was still very itchy, but I could not do anything as it was coveredby bandages. I was also having some mood changes. I was suddenly startingto cry in the middle of the. His finger tip slipped in, and started rubbing the upper wall of her tight vaginal cavity, as his tongue went back to work on her clitoris."Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh." she panted faster, as she found herself on the verge of yet another orgasm.The pressure had built almost instantly to the breaking point, but she stayed on just this side of it. Every time she thought she was about to cum, the pressure would just get more intense, until she thought she might explode.It was as if she stood on the edge of.