You are a bottom gay faggot. That's right, my sweet sissy. You are a faggot. A faggot who loves men and needs cock. Say it for me, princess. Say it fo... me, you sissy faggot bitch. Say I am a faggot.I am a faggot.I am a faggot.I am a faggot.I am a faggot.Oh that feels so good. It feels so good to admit that you are a faggot. Doesn't it, sissy? Tell me how good that feels. After so many years of pretending, you are finally free. Free to be the sissy faggot you always were. That nasty bitch you. Of course not, it needs to come out for when I make it suck and swallow my cock. “Feeding time bitch slave.” I will gleefully shout out as I take my cock and wipe it liberally all around its pained and sorrowful face. Then the straps come undone and the ball comes out to hang there around its neck. A reminder that as soon as it’s done ‘feeding and swallowing its Master’s cum, the ball goes right back in.So it keeps it mouth open and sucks and licks. Even with, I think, some degree of. ‘I shall sleep on the settee. It opens out to make a bed.’ ‘I wouldn’t mind if you slept with me, I mean, you said you didn’t want to fuck me, so what’s the difference.’ ‘To me a very big difference. Now, it’s nearly ten o’clock, I haven’t had anything to eat, and in your condition I think you should get an early night.’ ‘Yes daddy,’ she mimicked. She was right, I was beginning to sound like a parent, and whilst at thirty six years of age I could no doubt have fathered her, I had no wish to. You make us all so happy.”Alan looked down into her eyes and said, “I love you too sweetheart.”Alan’s stomach growled and that was a signal for Ashley to head back to the kitchen to begin to prepare dinner. Mary and Paula went to help. Carol got up and crossed to where Alan sat and asked, “Alan may I talk to you privately for a minute?”“Sure, come on back to my office. We won’t be disturbed there.”She followed him to his office and he directed her to a chair and he turned his desk chair to face.