I sucked one off to completion swallowing his load. I allowed them to fill any hole they desired. One guy asked if he could squeeze my tits with the w...ight bar. Sure why not. I sat on the floor with my tits on the weight bench. A weight bar was placed across the top of my breasts pinning them against the bench. Weights were added to each end of the bar squeezing my tits turning them into purple mushrooms. Weights were then just stacked on top of each breast pressing them into the bench. " Sissy obediently spun around. "My lab assistant," he explained. Amanda noted the exaggerated swing of the girl's hips as she sauntered out of the room."You have your lab assistant fetch drinks, Doctor? Really! I would think you put your help to better uses than that!" Amanda chided him.The scientist smiled. "Oh, I do, Amanda I do." The inference was so obvious, she was not meant to miss it.The girl, Sissy, returned with the wine glass, handing it to Amanda. As she bent down, Amanda. Jill said that’s got to total bullshit. Everyone was laughing and Kathy said maybe it won’t hurt after a hundred times. As for me it still hurts especially when he first puts the head of his cock in you. Jill said and now for the grand conclusion, it says if your husband tilts his cock upwards he can hit your “G” spot and give your terrific orgasms. My fucking husband doesn’t even know where my “G” is, I got to tell the dumb ass. Jill then said OK, let’s take a secret survey, here is a piece of. When my parents found out they didn’t speak to her for two years.I started hormone therapy. I took the hormones for eighteen months, my breasts got slightly more prominent, my voice a little higher, and my skin became a little smoother. My body was definitely changing. Everything for the first eight months was going fine, just the regular effects, but then I started to violently ill.It began to get progressively worse. I tried to carry on for the next few months but, I never got any better, and.