I had my meeting and was late getting in. As usual she was in her nightgown . I greeted her and she looked up from a book and smiled. I asked how the ...*ds were and she said they went to bed early. She wanted to finish reading a novel that Becky had. It was a romance one. I went to get a beer and came back to the living room as she was putting the book down. She got up to go potty and I noticed a wet spot in the back of her nightgown. The book must have got to her. I waited till she was finished. Dropping the towel in easy reach of the tub, Barbara turned to the mirror rag in hand. Scrawled in the center of the mirror was a word – the most repugnant word she knew – 'CUNT' – shock filled her.Looking around, she picked up her towel and covered herself with it. She walked through the apartment, but it was empty. She grabbed the big recliner and shoved it in front of the door, pushing it firmly against it. Returning to the bathroom, she dropped the towel in front of the tub and squatted. She woke up her mind focusing on the man with the clawed hand, how did he do this to her a little Monster eating on her pretty clit, a other super tiny creature part of the massive fat cock that had somehow come to abuse her tiny pussy with it little hands rubbing on her G Spot, each time it glided passed it, making her bust all over herself, and moan loudly nonstop.Although this was to much for her confused mind to handle, for her mouth was also being used by gigantic monstrous fat dick, that. This drove him mad initially, but between the sexual deprivation, and my vigorous use of the paddle, Bob soon fell into line.Now that we were living together, I came to realize that my friend's initial assessment of Bob as a sissy, was dead on. This was confirmed when I allowed him to c-m while wearing a pair of panties that he was swooning over one night. I could tell he was very excited by them while I was sauntering around the house, in them and little else, so I suggested he mast.r-bat_ for.