Finally, you lower your heels to the floor and stand flat on your feet. Asa consequence, the bristles are now pressing hard into the delicate fleshon...the insides of your labia and the hood of your clitoris. As evidencedby your gasps and the tears in your eyes, the resulting combination of painand sexual stimulation is overwhelming. For a while, you hold your bodyrigidly still as you absorb these sensations. However, once you come to terms with them, you body begins to move in a subtle,. So after20 months, I had nearly completed everything?the new found femininity,the clothing, the surgeries for facial, breast augmentation, and downbelow. I even had gastric surgery to have my stomach reduced and at thatsame time ribs were removed. I stand 5-8 in stocking feet, one hundredtwenty-nine pounds, a size 8 shoe, a modest 42 DD/28/39. I am my ownwalking wet dream. With a tightly laced corset, my waist can be reducedfurther to 22 inches, if I want to be breathless. I eat like a. “Okay now we’re all gonna take turns fucking that pretty little pussy of yours for the next couple hours. Since it’s your first night we’ll try not to be too rough. You’d better keep them legs spread the whole time, otherwise we’re gonna beat you and tie you down,” the biker warned. “Yeah let’s get this party started baby! Fuck this little slope up Tank!” One of the bikers shouted excitedly. Hannah watched in fear as the gang leader quickly stripped naked and climbed on top of her, virtually. My wide eyes watch as his tired dick deflates, still wet with a mixture of you both. My hand working my own still-stiff member. I turn my attention to you, now stood at the edge of the bed, facing me, sweat beading on your body, chest heaving, pubes matted, inner thighs glistening and sticky… “Want your treat now?” A wicked grin grows across your beautiful face as you make your way towards me. You turn and place your hands on the arms of the chair, hovering your freshly fucked, come-filled cunt.