Besides, I already have the body and it would be a real waste of money to undo all the work my old Malaysian owner had put into me. My pouting lips, p...rt little nose, and especially my perfect 34C tits, they'd cost a pretty penny or two. He's an unhappy man now, I'm sure, but I'll never see him again, or his bamboo cane. Once I have my degree I can do anything, even stay in America, possibly. I hope so anyway. I might even get sexual reassignment surgery, but I don't think so. I like my little. The oven mitts would be formy hands, and would be held on by the cat collars. The cat collars wouldbe strapped around the mitts at my wrists, and buckled tight. This wouldmake my hands completely useless. To help in this effect I planned totake the thumb parts of the oven mitts and cut them off. Then I would sewthe thumb opening closed. With no thumbs to help hold or move things itmade the wearer helpless. I planned on hot gluing the cat collars to themitts in three or four spots. This was so. Soon the whole head of my cock was covered in the leaking lube and it glistened in the light coming through the window. Her hands moved up and down in the juice and soon my entire cock was coated in my slick male lubrication. “You’re getting all horny and wet,” Carla whispered and said smiling and increasing the length of her strokes. “Oh, you bet” I said. “That’s really feeling good.” In fact, it felt so amazing that I cum then and there and not just an ordinary cuming but a real hard and deep. I haven’t been with a woman in years. I may come in your mouth really quick.” “That’s okay we have a whole week to do all sorts of naughty things.” “Stand up and I’ll take your pants off.” Daddy Joe stood up and I helped him take his shoes off. Then I unbuckled his trousers and unzipped his fly. I pulled his pants down and had him step out of them. Next, I pulled his blue silk boxer shorts down his legs. I knelt down and wrapped my hand around his cock. He was very soft, but with a few tugs.