“I thought so.” I lean forward, taking his wrists. I tie him to the bed. He doesn’t even know they were there, as I had put them there for when...Ryan comes over. Once I know he’s in place, I leave the room. I’m naked and horny but I have the perfect idea. I quickly grab my phone, calling Ryan. “You still close by?” I ask. “Yeah, I’m down at the bar, waiting to hear from you. Is he gone?” I tell him what happened, he laughs and I tell him it’s not all. I tell him my plan. He loves it. But apparently, she claims that she can feel the cum itself, even when it's so deep inside her that it doesn't drip out. She says she can feel the heat of it, and that it's a comforting feeling - "like the way tomato soup makes your stomach feel comfy warm on a really cold winter day" was the way she put it.But she also loves copious amounts of cum pumped into her - it's as though she can never get enough of the stuff, but it's got nothing to do with the taste of it, since she much prefers to. "We can't pretend you're agirl anymore. You have to go to school."The next couple of years were difficult ones for Chris. Because he was brightand well-behaved, he did well in class, and his teachers adored him. But hehad some difficulty fitting in with the other children. So his mother hadbeen pleased with she heard he had been asked to join a group oftrick-or-treaters."Can I go as a girl, mommy? Please? It's just pretend, I know," he pleaded.Chris' mother looked heavenward; she feared. You spit at me. Kicked me when I was down. Then you beat me some more. I want you to do the same to her. Let her feel things I felt. Violate her body like you did mine. Did you bring any cocks with you I asked. She reached into her bag and pulled out a massive cock. One the size I have never seen. Will that hurt her I asked the teacher. That’s the idea. Then I saw the other two ladies. They came out of the bedroom and had changed into some very hot black leather. Are you two dressed to inflict.