He was dressed in a frilly silk French maid?s outfit. His waist was nice and slim, thanks to the pink satin corset he was wearing. He would be wearing...a corset from now on, even when he slept. His thin smooth legs were encased in black seamed stockings. Margo was pleased that his seams were straight. She had watched earlier on the monitor as he spent nearly an hour adjusting his seams. He was still a bit wobbly on his 5? heels, but she gave him some slack there. He was trying very hard to walk. .." Then, I realised my state of mind. The words were "fuck me with it" and not "fuck me with your cock". He didn't matter, It was his cock I wanted. A raving lesbian brandishing the largest cucumber in the world could have been standing behind me and I would still have wanted it. "Fuck me..." I instructed him, in case he was in any doubt of my intentions. Then I felt it again. This time it was going in me; it was entering my cunt and it felt fucking wonderful. "Oh my god...oh my god..." I. Jerry swung his legs over the side and mounted my face in such a way as my lips were under his scrotum. I used my hands to stroke his shaft as I licked my way forwards and back. I could feel the pulsating of pre-cum as I made the area under his balls slippery with saliva. He was leaking clear fluid onto my breasts; I rubbed it into my nipples, as I went to rub my lips against the head of his penis. I always knew that Jerry loved that I was bisexual, but the fact that I had fucked his young. .. he didn’t know if it had anything to do with her. But he was going to find out.He realized by now that this was bigger than he was. He knew he would need help. Ableard rose to mind. Ableard was a friend of Mr. Simmons, that was obvious. But he felt like Ableard would do what was right, first and foremost. He had to have proof, though. He had to have proof something bad was going on in there, if it was. He had to first see if it was somehow. He racked his mind for a way in the barn. Sadly, he.