She demanded to be let go then, tried to use a safe word that didn't exist, shouted, even cried a little. But I just told her it was a necessary part...of her training and pushed the vibrator against her clit again. Over the next week I forced her over the edge against her will and without permission in a variety of ways. But mostly I would fuck her pussy or stimulate he clit till she couldn't hold back. And, as the conditioning required each time she was punished at the moment of violation. . ....as their slut i would be shared round and well used by all of them until every cock had been satisfied and drained of its cum at least once minimum or more if required.he also stated in the online ad that he planned to take me out locally to the dogging spots nearbyin the coming months and so if any gay bi guys were out cruising the local spots and they saw a fairly stocky guy with a slutty dressed petitte little T-girl bent over in front of him sucking him off they knew they could be sure. She put her case on the bed turned to me with a real glint in her eye put her arms around me and we kissed passionately. She obviously was going to enjoy whatever I'd got planned for her. I put my hand under her skirt and felt between her legs and her knickers were really getting wet. Oh yes she was definitely going to enjoy herself! Well as it was Friday night we had a couple of glasses of wine, she had obviously decided to let the night be a surprise for her as she wasn't asking me any. Gizem came at a wonderful slow rate, very warm, backing out around my penis, filling the space between us with warmth. But I would stretch and pull out carefully to get up, a sense of duty.I didn’t want to have a giant orgasm yet although I would have loved that thrill. Let the sleeper have a little more comfort without any disruptive explosions juicing up the whole area and possibly rudely tossing her straight out of bed, jet burst on a wet shaft of ejaculating love.My new sense of nymph.