But trust me, it was still going to be done in my way.Actually, and more to the point, it was going to be done in The Demon’s way.The first thing th...t I really needed to do was to talk her down off of this emotional cliff that she was teetering on, because If she went over, she might not ever make it back.A little overly dramatic? Sure. But, I stand on it regardless.“What are you?”Speaking around the panties that were still in her mouth, she answered,”I am your property, Sir.”“Is it just part. She was really not wearing a bra.2. Her breasts were hanging damn deep.3. My cock and I liked the sight.Ok, there were three things, but the third happened quickly and very spontaneously.I was so motivated that her son could have done anything with me, as long as I could play with her saggy tits.We went to a corner to be on the safe side and the son followed us.My hands glided over her hips under her shirt. Her slightly wrinkled skin and belly felt wonderful. It didn't take me long to find her. His sweet little booty certainly engulfed me and seemed to enjoy the action even if he didn’t. I pushed further into his colon and he screamed even louder now through his ball gag. His wrists chafed against his handcuffs as I screwed his already sore backdoor. He winced as I drove further up his violated bunghole, proving that he would limp around for days, if he was lucky.Finally, the sight and sounds of my ex-wife creaming herself from my sister sodomizing her ruthlessly, combined with the. ..ok, i've opened up to you his far, what are you thinking?"She got up and walked over to her closet, reached in the back andgrabbed a cheerleading uniform "This is my uniform from last year, ifyou really want to be one of the girls and if what you've told me aboutwanting to be a girl is true then this will be a dream come true, i'mguessing from all those hormones and blockers you've been taking you'reabout my size from last year, let me make you over into "Ashley" thepretty eighth grade.