His bladder released its contents as it spewed out all over him and the floor Matthew was holding him up only for a moment before he moved his hand aw...y the boy crumpled to the floor shaking almost in a seizure from the shock his innards had taken. All the while its mouths was open and he screamed himself hoarse. The slaves in the room flinched. Several of the men in the room had experienced this personally and knew the hell that the boy had been subjected to. Matthew watched the fucking slave. ” I could hear Molly squealing in the background, so she must have been hanging over his shoulder. “Now, let me talk to my daughter.”“Oh, Daddy, thank you, thank you, this is great!” She babbled on for a minute or so.“Hold it, young lady. Let me ask you a question. When does the wedding have to be?”“What do you mean?”I grimaced and shook my head. “Is this a quickie wedding, as in we need to marry you off right away?”“Huh?”“Before nine months pass?”“DADDY! NO!”“Hey, I have to ask.” Marilyn. I suckled at her with such hunger, nursing out that hot jizz. More and more of her girl-seed pumped into me.“Gewin’s mighty cock!” I moaned into Mother Sianili’s pussy, stars bursting across my vision.My thoughts burned with rapture. My anal sheath writhed around Mother’s hermaphrodite-dick and milked out her girl-cum. She fired more and more into my asshole. I reveled in that wonderful delight. I quivered with the passion. It was an amazing rush.Stars danced across my vision. I loved milking. Black leather, sexy, exuding their forbidden qualities. He wished he could wear these in public, after he left the store with them. But he would never pass as a woman. Would he? He had lost weight. He knew that some women were overweight. Most women were. And he could be one of them. But he didn’t want to be. He wanted to be wanted, like one of those bitches in the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue. And none of them were overweight. * * * * * He nervously studied the boxes of douches in front.