It looked like it would be a good day. I headed to my room and got dressed. I grabbed my phone, wallet, backpack and my gun and went to the front door... As I opened the door, I looked back and said "Today is going to be great".I walked outside feeling the weight in my stomach. The feeling you get when you are on a roller-coaster. I could feel the coldness of the gun pressing against my thigh as I walked down the road. I looked around trying to spot someone looking at me. I was getting tired, my. Not since… I placed the cat on the floor and turned to her. “Strip!” Sarah smiled at me as she slowly undid the buttons of her blouse, one by one. As the fabric gaped, I could see her breasts come into view, each button revealing more bosom, and more cleavage, but it wasn’t until the last button was undone that she pushed the tattered fabric to one side; cupping her breasts with both hands, she offered them to me. I stood there and waited. She eventually let them fall and pushed the blouse. When I was ten years old my parents got divorced. I was, no doubt, a great catalyst in the demise of their marriage. I had no conflicting emotions about it and when he left and it turned out to be one of the happiest days of my miserable youth. How I managed to live through the following eight years, however, is still a mystery to me. Being a sissy-boy when you are young is brutal. Day in and day out, unspeakable and hateful events punctuated my existence. The only outlet for my suffering was. She had never felt so stimulated. She felt the beginnings of an orgasm approaching. Already, she thought? The machine continued to stimulate her unrelentingly, she felt it increase and vaguely heard Marcie say seventy percent. Her orgasm came quickly, overpowering her, causing her to let out an ear-piercing scream as she came hard. ‘Aaaarrrrrggggghhhhh!!! I’m cummmminggggg! Yes! Yes! More! Yesssssss!’ Marcie was amazed at the power of her orgasm. Let’s see what she does on 100% she thought as.