And whydo I have the scars down below, too? Something is wrong here. Somethingdoes not add up at all.*I looked for my clothes and found that the vast ...ajority of them werevery girly indeed. There were little black dresses and other dresses andbras and panties and various other clothes, and something didn't feelright when I tried one on. Putting on the bra was a struggle, but Imanaged it. I did find some blue jeans and a soft pink shirt, and then Iturned my attention to a wooden jewellery box,. I could not believe that she was now cheating on me with a black guy! I was appalled and turned on at the same time. This scene was already unfolding as very different than the blow jobs for the old guys. She never kissed them or showed any affection towards them during the little sexual escapades. It looked like business, and of course they paid at the end. This was already very different! The black guy, who she referred to as Nate, started unbuttoning her blouse and she ran her hand up his. So I reached into the drawer next the cabinet of toys, and pulled out a stainless steel penis plug, the one with a ring that fit over the head of his cock, that was attached to a round stainless steel ball on the end. “It looks like we’re a little excited here, huh? Well, the time for your pleasure isn’t even close. This will make sure you cum WHEN I TELL YOU TO COME!” I yelled into his face as I showed him the plug. His eyes got huge when he saw the size of the ball. Since I didn’t want. He put his hands to my shorts and pulled them down, exposing my penis and tuft of short, cropped blonde pubes. “Look at this”, he laughed as he shook my limp muscle. “You need to shave all that though” He felt my body, running his hands over my chest, nipples, back and arse, spreading the cheeks and admiring what I concealed within.“Ok”, he said. “Up against that tree there”.He gestured to a tall pine beside the path and I moved in and held the trunk, bending my waist so that he had access..