Perpetually confused anddisillusioned, she was now trapped by life's circumstances.John, on the other hand, paid dearly for his arrogance. He was mad... aslave-- sex, panty, and toilet. Feminized despite his masculinity, he wasmade to wear panties which he was destined to forever soil for theamusement of his current Mistress; for whom, too, 'loads' would beworshipped (both hers and his), her every whim, however humiliating,obeyed without question on command.The Grey time travelers, clad in. I sucked so hard I thought it would come off, and all the time she was squealing that little squeak she had. Now she decided she had cum enough from her tits. She unzipped her short-shorts and let them drop to the floor. There were no panties to get in the way. Again she grabbed my head and forced me to start the eating process. I brought my hands up to her clitoral area, squeezed it and the clit popped out. It was ruby red and waiting to be licked and nibbled. I did so, and she came. She went down to Houston for treatment. It was experimental. The normal treatment would have been radiation and chemo but her cancer was so advanced that the doctors decided to do something radical to give her a chance.”“They almost tripled the chemo levels, increased the frequency of the treatments and increased the radiation and they tried DNA therapy. The drugs they used were not available to the public and had not been widely tested, but it was that or die.”“I know a little about cancer,. ’ She sat wearing one of Ryan’s sweatshirts and a pair of his socks as she sipped on her rum and coke. Ryan was trying to salvage her contacts from her phone sitting on the floor next to her. ‘What happened next?’ Ryan teased, he loved how she got so animated while narrating stories. ‘So then I had to wait fifteen minutes for the next bus.’ Gemma replied, not taking his bait. ‘I really am sorry I messed this up, babe.’ She added, quietly. Ryan tilted her chin up, and kissed the tip of her.