It might even go off accidently but still you'd be wounded.' She froze. And I stepped back. 'Put your hands up behind the back of...your head.' Fuck did I love saying that to her. She didn't want to. She knew she was built and her bust generous so she did not want to be standing there with it thrust to the forefront and exposed. She thought it might incite me, as in possibly excite me, to give me ideas. She should have thought of that before she tried to. Just—please my good man, don’t hate me, please,” she said, choking back her tears. I finally found my voice.“One question, Ava,” I said. “Do you love me?”“Of course,” she said. “You know that.”“Okay then, this is how this is going to play out. Over the next while I made the argument that she had to let me take the fall for her. She all but assaulted me trying to get me to not do what I needed to do. She could not handle prison, not on any level. It would be hard for me, but impossible for her.. My preparation began with a trip to the salon to get myhair trimmed and styled. Still on what I thought was the short side, bythe time they were done, my hair was every bit as feminine looking as Ihad hoped. Once I got home, it took hours to get ready, as I made surethat there wasn't one extra hair anywhere, that my special panty wasfirmly fixed in place, and my skin was as smooth and silky to the touch asI could get. Then came the sexy panties with bra to match, pantyhose andmakeup, earrings. “It will hurt if you fight me. I don’t want that. I’m going to have your ass either way.”“Please … please … Babuji.” she said frantically while still trying to pull away. “Not this way. You can fuck me the regular way.”I pushed again at her ass and felt it open slightly. She was beginning to relax.My finger massaged her clit; and I could feel her body start to relax.Mycockhead entered her sphincter. It was just the head but the sensation was overwhelming. Her anal sphincter throbbed and.