..ugh am." Having to say that unlocks something in my head. "Come onMaster fuck ... your sissy slut give her your ... cock. Use my sissy ass... cum in...me give it to me ... oh god fuck me like a whore" I call outbetween his increasingly sever pounding of my ass."Ahh there is my little sissy whore. Tell your master how you want hiscock bitch!" He says emphasizing his comments with slaps to my ass andgrabbing hold of my hair and pulling my head back.Between sobs of humiliation and pain and feeling. I tell myself it was just a routine period, but mostly it’s because I tell myself the universe could not possibly be so cruel to let my beloved husband be killed and then allow his child to miscarry. Obviously I could have answered that question with a simple test. But I didn’t order it, because I was afraid it was going to tell me that yes, the universe really is that cruel. As they say, denial’s not just a river in Egypt.’ The catch in her voice finally erupted in full-blown tears. Brad. Big, thick and very erect!. He looks at me and started to smile because he knew, he saw I had a boner. Charlie then says, "Well gimme' my beer" I started to hand the can to him when he grabbed my wrist and guided it towards his erection, making my slide right past it. He smiled again because I didn't flinch. He knew had had me.The steam from the shower only made it hotter. Charlie if I liked what I saw in his locker. I stammered, mumbled. Then he said, "Guess you did. Guess you did a lot" He. We always appreciated the free apples. Ironically, Ronnie’s name suited him perfectly because he only stood about five foot two. But his height never seemed to bother him. It was one of his many charms, he once told me. People have a tendency of underestimating his strength. He’s tough for such a little guy. But the love of his life was the 1971 Blue Dodge Challenger, inherited from his grandfather. Ronnie had been in a car accident when he was around ten years old. He almost died and it.