I had never seen her with a bra, but she always heavy clothing too hide her nipples, intentionally or not. I have often thought how would be to have ...er, taste her juices, have her taste mine. We never spent enough time together to learn her attitudes let alone light a fire. Her husband-looked average to me, heavy built, I never thought of him as fat, but Julie insisted he watch his weight. Looking back on it: things that appeared to be funny or odd I took no notice of. Cindy was screening. I was kept in a diaper and in heels and still had to beg for cum from everybody. Mary could now fist fuck me without lubricant as my asshole was greatly enlarged. My scarred area from where my scrotum had been removed had healed and so had my branded ass cheek. I still ate dog food from a dish on the floor, but remained surprisingly healthy considering my diet and the abuse I had suffered. They had been lacing my food with female hormones since the first day without my knowledge and I now was. With one hand I struggled to free myself from the tiny, white panties whilst we writhed like snakes. His hands were all over me. Up along my boots and silky feet, across the laced stockings and stroking the insides of my thighs towards the closely shaved crotch. He did not touch my aching cock, but squeezed my ass cheeks and caressed every inch of my torso, paying especially attention towards my ample but fake buxom, both with his hands and tongue.I stretched my legs wide, allowing him inside. Frank chimed in Weve got all the videos on the computer in the back. Lets go play detective and see if we can figure out whose wearing those panties and jacking him off. Frank suggested as he headed to the back room. Jim went with him but Cherri told Yolanda to stay with her as another two customers had just walked in and the woman had to stay in the store while the guys browsed around. So Yolanda how long have you been married? Cherri asked as they stood behind the glass counter that was.