I wanted his hard knuckles inside me. I wanted to feel all that muscle pushing into me, fucking me, using me. He lay over me, his hand still down my b...ttoms and under my panties. I lay on the floor under him. Helpless. Submissive. I was willing to do anything he asked. I would do anything he wanted.“Did you feel it?”“Yes.” I said.“Good.”Now there was nothing said. He lay over me and I lay under him. The moment seemed to draw on and on. I wanted him to say something but his hand was still down. She started to cry, so I went to hold her to me, but she pulled away.Looking down, with no tears falling from her eyes, she said, “I wanted you to myself. I watched you with the other girls and saw the pleasures you gave them. It has been so long since anyone held me, and you make me feel safe. Can you take off the rest of your clothes and hold me to your strong naked body. I don’t think I can do with you any of what the others did. Many times, I feel like I am still seven years old. Plus, I. ‘Oh Boston! I really love you.’ ‘You’re so good to me!’ Ethan slowly ran his tongue along Boston’s shiny length as he smiled. Seeing this beautiful sissy between his legs, framed in makeup, platinum wig and tiara, licking his crotch was almost too much. Ethan’s smile was a crotch-licking smile. ‘I’m so happy!’ Ethan exhaled. ‘I love wearing my luxury leotard for you,’ he smiled. Ethan moved up and lay on top of Boston. ‘I really wish you were my husband,’ he sighed, before placing a soft peck. One day I jokingly said ‘i want to have sex with you jaan, you always raise my tool’ she laughed and said ‘you will get my beauty only after marriage’. Days passed and we developed a strong relationship. One day I was feeling depressed and went to her home.I kissed her and she consoled me, I told her that now I cant wait for you. Please let me do sex with you one time. I am going to die without you baby. She again said no. I kissed her and left. One Sunday she called me at her home and as I.