She called out, "Dinner!" avoiding directaddress until she saw how her younger child came to the table. The figureentering the dining room a few momen...s later was militantly undecided,wearing jeans and a soft cotton tee shirt and no shoes, revealing thereinforced toe of the pantyhose worn under the jeans; the rubber bandthat usually held the longish, still-androgynous reddish-brown hair backin a tight ponytail for school was gone, and it was impossible to missthe richness and fullness of the. Well my stupid little cunt sissy slave hasn'tlearned her lesson yet as once again she has defiantly disobeyed my directorder not to touch her useless little man clit! Well my dear friends I havedecided to further her humiliation by tell the whole world about her punishment.As I write this story she sits here strictly bound, plugged and with a hugepenis gag strapped tightly in her mouth, oh and did I mention the tube thatis attached to the gag through witch my golden nectar flows into her pig. Coach: Tomorrow little buddy, we start using our mouths to massage each other’s dicks.Jimmy: You mean like the photos in the new notebooks.Coach: Exactly! Will my beautiful little buddy like that?Jimmy just smiled and kissed him. He would enjoy the chair (and Coach’s cock) any way, any time, and for as long as the man wanted. He rested his little face against the warm dark skin of Coach’s chest and was content with life.The next day, Jimmy helped insert a wireless silicone butt plug into. All of a sudden Deanna started bucking wildly, and I knew that my girl had found that sensitive spot, and it was sending Deanna into an overload of sensations. She started to play with her tits and started to call out Amanda's name as she was closing on her orgasm. She screamed she was cumming, and I would have bet the neighbors even heard it with how load she was. Amanda stayed latched to her clit as she was bucking wildly, until her body started to relax and her waves of pleasure started to.