Sissy felt humiliated - powerless. It was hard to feel like a man when his woman was getting fucked properly for a change. This was too slow for the b...ll though (as he was in control) and so he grasped her white hips and whilst pulling her back, he thrust in as deep as he could, watching his cock fill her up. 'Oh god,' She screamed, as the cock filled her to the hilt again, each thrust bringing on a wave of pleasure, building in its ferocity. She was moaning now. No screaming. Poor sissy faggot. We stood up and Vicky said that we could all go back to her house if we wanted to. We collected our bags set off to the car park. Vicky has given the address to Chris and we set off with the boys behind us.We got separated when we went through traffic lights and the boys were stopped as the lights had changed. We got to Vicky's house and went inside, we looked at each other and I said I wonder if they will come . Vicky went in to get some wine from the fridge and was just coming back out with. He rolled over on top of me, not missing a beat, and I groaned, pressed into the mattress. My nerves were on fire, and I dug my nails into his shoulders. He gasped and plunged away, slamming into me as deep as he could. With each thrust, I got closer to a climax that I didn’t want to come. I wanted to stay tangled with him forever. I wrapped my legs around him, gripping him tightly. He leaned down and devoured my neck with kisses. He bit into me passionately, hungrily enveloping as much of my. With the lunch issue settled, I fire up my web browser to check for things to do in San Francisco this weekend.We all decide to take an early lunch to beat the crowds, sneaking out of the building at eleven thirty. Jessica volunteers to drive, so we all pile into her new vehicle, a Toyota Echo. Phil gets to ride shotgun by default, since his girth does not fit into the rear seat. The Echo leans precariously to one side as Phil squeezes himself into the passenger seat. The car itself looks like.