Stay there.' She left the room giving me time to adjust. I controlled my breathing and I was really upset that I had betrayed my Mistress trust. 'Look...at me sissy.' I looked over and she was wearing a strap on harness and holding the dildo out with both hands. She let it drop down and it rested between her legs - it ran down to the top of her muscled thighs and was the width of a coke can. I was at once lost in how beautiful she looked and aroused by what was to come, but also of horror too, as. You can’t move your arms. You see nothing and you can’t scream. There are strange men, people in the room, standing around the bed. You are there for their pleasure. You wonder, where did I get them? Do any of them know you? Do all of them know you? Maybe you flirted with one of them before. Given someone a glimpse of your cleavage as you bent down? Maybe they are all strangers, black? white? Men? Women? What did I mean by you better know how many? Now you feel the hands on you again,. "Now I've never done this before without manual stimulation, but I was on the verge of having a full blown orgasm!Just the thought of Tommy writing his desirers in this type of forum gave me the blissfully, soulful feeling of stimulating my eraser sized clit.I wanted to cum, right here and right now, in front of the very same computer by son wrote from his heart's sexual appetite. I ran downstairs to the freezer in which his sperm was stored, frozen. Impatiens was getting to the best of me. " Stacey looked at me to make sure I was listening.Satisfied, she started again, "Even under the scrutiny of Mom, my girl dolls always held hands and kissed. I think she noticed I was different, and fortunately, never played the guilt card or told me it was bad or wrong. I just figured that girls being together followed some kind of natural order after all; it was only just Mom, Grandma, and me. Of course, by the time I became a bit more mature, the ugly perception of the world forced a reality.