He shrugged his tacit approval. “I guess,” he said.“Well, okay then,” she said.The two of them talked for some time and made the arrangements ...or her to pick him up and take him to the half-way house that he’d be required to stay at until he was employed. He was concerned about that. He’d try to get his old job back, but he knew that that one was a long shot since Milton Ferguson had died but a year before and there had never been any love lost between himself and Gerald Ferguson, now the sole. Nobody knows why she selectedhim, but the great leader had decided to make his life the hell onearth. Some believe the young guy rejected her sexual advances, othersthat he somehow offended her honor, some people simply believe she hadchosen him at random, because she was mean. Whatever was the origin ofher rage, she decided to torture the poor guy, feminizing him.First she broke his will using a particularly mean form of torture. Itwas a series of tubes made of shape memory alloy (for those. .. Yeaaaah... That's it you little slut,... Suck it just like that!" I used one hand to play with his balls again, rolling them in my hand, loving the way the felt, how heavy they were and the way the swung as he forced it down my throat on every forward thrust. "Mmmmmph!...Ummmmph!...Ooomph!" was all the sounds I could hear myself make. After some time my nose was pressed against his groin, and his balls rested against my chin. I did have a fleeting thought of what Ian would say, if he could. The two ladies kissed each other while we pounded their pussies like a bitch)Mom and I were so hot hearing this that we all three released our cum simultaneously. We lay there with mom in the middle and panting for breath.Mom: “Tya divashi pasun, Samantha mala change karayla laagli and aardhe naagde kapde ghalayla shikvayla laagli. Tya golyan mule amhi bhuk vadhat geli, pan tujhya samor karu nahi shakat mhanun amhi tyachya ghari karu laglo.”Mom: “Tyanchi mulgi Kamila pan join karaychi and.