My eyes watered and tears dripped out, but Klay kept up his ferocious pace. He was breathing loudly now and grunting, enjoying the feeling of my mouth...around him.I was enjoying it too. It had felt good to please him and to serve him, but to be used felt better. Physically it hurt, but being treated this way turned me on. I was wet, really wet. I could feel myself drip. I was his toy and it felt right. I started swirling my tongue as he hammered himself down my tiny throat. I reached down, and. Her tiny hands tapped out the rhythm in time with Nana’s foot. She was a big girl now. Helping out. The stitches appearing at her command to the rat-a-tat-tat of her little hand upon that great big wheel. Whoosh…whoosh. The material slipped seamlessly through her fingers. Just as the final sands slipped from the top of the hour glass. Pooled at the bottom. Ready to be turned. To begin again. Another turn at the fabric of life…fragile though its stitches be. She held up the tiny dress. It was. ‘And not too shabby in bed.’ ‘True on both of those statements,’ Jen replied. ‘So call tomorrow and set up a time with the receptionist to come in and sign your rights away. I think there will be an offer on the table from Marty as well.’ ‘Our time has gone,’ I said. ‘No it’s business. You two are still an Internet phenomena. Marty manages to keep the hype going. Every time you do something in real life, he gets it posted to one of the fake news sites he has up there.’ ‘Jen, I don’t even want. He said, ?damn it, this is some kind of faggot! He has balls!? The other guy said, I don’t know how- the tits are real enough. The guy behind me twisted my balls hard as the other guy yanked the gag out. I screamed at the pain, but they wouldn’t stop until I told them the truth- that I wanted to be a girl and had been taking hormones. They decided they could still have fun, and set up a video camera. The one in front unbuckled his pants and pulled out his big cock, and told me to lick it..