With one hand I work my way to your asshole, sliding just the tip around it, massaging it and getting it ready for entry. “Daddy, yess, slide that ...ucken finger in my asshole, you know I like it!!!! You made me your dirty little slut and now I want to cum on your cock with your finger in my asshole!!! DO ITT, MAKE ME CUM!” I slide it in there and start to fuck you even harder, kissing your neck and sucking right behind your ear, alternating sides. You start grunting and finally you moan in. Phil paused, remembering the incident in the park, though instead of recalling his anger, saw him catering to his mother, trying to get her to eat, worrying about finishing his school assignments so his teacher wouldn’t ask any embarrassing questions, his father being nowhere in sight.His mother was severely depressed for most of her life—to the point of being unable to cope with much of anything. Even as a toddler, he knew to treat her like he was walking on eggshells. The simplest comment. She told me that he himself had no problem with me coming to school as a girl, but he thought it best that I went somewhere where they didn’t know about my issues. Children can be fucking cruel… My words, not his.’ Erica stared at nothing for a moment and then said, ‘Anyway, that’s what happened. Mum even moved house so we lived in a new part of the city, where nobody knew me as a boy. The new school were made aware and yet again I was excused sports. It was okay I suppose, but I still couldn’t. I couldn’t, could I? But I had no choice. It was either this, or face worse humiliation, publicly.Sarah stood there assuredly, hands on her hips, the very picture of power. She knew I was trapped. She knew I had no choice. And she enjoyed watching me realise this. I reached up, looked at the cooling puddle of creamy semen in the palm of my hand, and then smeared it straight down the center of my face, over my forehead, down my nose, and (I couldn’t bear to rub it on my lips) then veering off to.