"Show me where it tingles, Maggie," I said as I placed both palms close to her swollen outter folds.Resting on one elbow, she peered between her tits ...t me as her right hand slid along her taut abs, stopping just short of her swollen clit. My eyes were glued to her glistening pussy.She extended her middle finger, inching closer. As the tip of her middle finger reached the top of her nub, her body jerked hard and her legs tried to squeese together. Only my presence between her legs kept them. I started to pull the laces tighter one pair of eyes at a time, first top then bottom, such that it would meet in the middle. I breathed in at each tug of the laces, until I was satisfied that it was a tight as I could get it. Finally I tied off the long loose laces around my waist in a small bow.The feeling of constriction was something I had only previously fantasised about it felt deliciously sexy and heightened my sense of femininity. I went to the mirror and looked at myself, my waist was. Like she was worth something. “You might lie, because everyone lies,” Daphne answered slowly. “But maybe tonight, you’re telling me the truth.” He winced and set his empty beer to the side of the chair, never breaking eye contact. “Honey, I don’t know who fucked you up into thinking you’re not beautiful or sweet, but you’re both. And to be quite honest with you, whoever treated you like you’re less than that is a fucking idiot.” She trailed her fingers down his arm, resting them in the sweaty. Perkins knelt between my feet and scooped up the syrupy contents of my balls and liberally applied it to the life-like dildo. She then placed the tip against my still-lubed anal ring. “Now relax and breath, boy” said a nurturing Mrs. Perkins, as she leaned into me. The head of the dildo easily slipped into my anal passage and that even surprised Mrs. Perkins.“Oh, Good Boy!” she squealed. “You’re taking this like such a good boy….. or girl, as it may be.”I must have blushed at her comment, or at.