He had walked home quickly that night, wantingto be inside away from prying eyes. Suddenly the look he had perfected,the make up and hair, the dresses... the shaved legs, it all felt wrong onhim. Arriving home, he had run to the bathroom and scrubbed desperatelyto remove every last trace of eye liner, lip gloss and foundation. He hadthrown his dress and his shoes into the bag he kept beneath his bed andmessed his hair up the best he could, trying hard to remove anyfemininity from himself.The. " I whispered.Then she groaned inside my mouth as I, in a sudden move, forced the bead in "HUUUUUuungh!" Her beautiful legs shivered for a moment and she arched her back; but she kept her knees bent and there was no intention of escaping what was happening, like she knew I'd want to. Her face told me exactly how much pain she was in, and being who I am, I savored it. I could feel perfectly the moment were the bead surpassed the resistance of her entrance. It was sudden and the pain had must. "I tie you from behind, from your elbows to your wrist, until you have to stick your chest out to relieve the pressure on your shoulders. A spreader bar ensures that your legs stay open wide. I grab you by the hair and lead you to a table, bending you over it face down. This is the thought that has been driving me to distraction since I met you - having your round ass bent over and exposed, begging to be beaten to a bright, rosy pink. I start off slow - a sharp spank followed by a finger. Mr. G. whispered '...that's right boy, hold me tight, here we go...' As I laid on my said I suffered as Mr. g. slid his huge old penis back and forth in my butt. Hot tears of shame and pity flowed from my eyes as Mr. G. had his way. After twenty minutes of grueling sex, Me G. whispered '..I'm almost there boy almost there. Roll over to your stomach, roll over...' I dared not protest as he pressed me over to my stomach and Mr. G was on my back. His feet parted my legs as he pressed the length of.