He watched the wrinkles surrounding her anus smooth out, as the root eased its way out. When only the rounded tip remained embedded in her hole, he sl...pped her ass again and pushed the whole thing back inside. She tried several more times to push it out unsuccessfully, and after many long minutes, the burning began to fade. In its place, an uncontrollable need to be fucked rose. She didn’t know where this need came from, but she had to have something in her pussy and now. “Master! Please…I’m. I wasuncomfortable, though the shopping was as stress free as possible, but Iwasn't too happy with the increasingly non-masculine look, without at thesame time being feminine. Next stop involved shoes. Mary insisted that Ishould have a pair of walking shoes and, at least to start with a pair ofsmart shoes with little heals that would go with either skirt ortrousers.We finally ended at the beauty salon where, and this was Mary's present,I had the works including full facial and manicure, ending. She hadthrown on a green pair of very short sleeping shorts and a black t-shirt. Icould tell right away that she did not have on a bra or panties, as I could seeher nipples poking through the shirt and the slight swell and crease of herpussy lips in her shorts. Her black hair was all disheveled but her face wasglowing. My dick instantly rose to attention. Mom saw it of course and smiledas she stepped closer. “That was a close call wasn’t sweety?” I grinned, “Surewas, I don’t know how we would. "Wow that is strong and smooth," she said of the amber liquid. It was colored with food coloring to look like sour mash whiskey."Yes it is, that's why it's called sippin' whiskey," I said."But my god that is smooth stuff," she said."Too bad we don't have any brownies. Brownies go good with this kind of whiskey," I said laughing. After an hour of sipping on the glass of whiskey my pain was gone. Hell I could have danced I felt so good."Sorry about you having to sleep on the floor," I said."Don't.