He uncorked the bottle and thrust the fruity juice in my face. “Drink it. Now.”
I took a drink and spit it out, it tasted bad, like rotten...berries.
I forced the bottle into my mouth and made me swallow it. I spit most of it up and he slapped me across the face. I stumble and feel onto the arm of the couch.

“Fine. You wont drink it like a big girl, I have you drink it like the bitch you are.”

“Stop, stop!” My mom screeched and he pulled down my pants and panties and spanked me hard across. Now W had seen them many times before when they were fucking back a while ago in the past and they have changed a bit. Sagging with age, but now he could see them in person. Liv,m y wife sat there and kinda embarrassed but willing to tease us i guess. She arched her shoulders back as if to say, "well, take a good look. Can you see them?" W's eyes were fixed on her tits, giving them a nice long stare. The game went on, and W lost next. He stood up and took off his underwear, proudly displaying. I was out of my mind with lust. "How's it feel to have a real man inside of you?" Donna taunted me. I didn't know if she meant it as an insult, the way it sounded. She giggled, "Looks like you are quite the size queen yourself. Who knew, my husband's a BBC slut." It sure seemed like she was getting off watching me submit to my younger, bigger rival. But I was too. "Fuck... UNNNH...FUCK fuck m-e-e-e-e," I squealed; I fully embraced my desires. I don't know if his magnificent large cock had. I say I understand. I say I can't accept myself either. I still feel the same. Not changed. I have new clothes from the agency. They fit. She offers to take me shopping someday. I laugh. Bastards. Ruth kisses me goodbye. The way women do. I try for more but she holds me off. I'm still strong. Physically. As strong as I used to be. She gives me a phone number. A new friend of hers. Wants to meet me. I doubt it. A woman. I promise to call the number. I return home. If I were a woman I'd cry. I.