She said she would come to my place. She asked me if Istill had the clothes she had lent me. I said yes. She asked me if Iwould wear them again for...her. I said I would.I dressed as quickly as possible. I stuffed my bra with socks again. Idid full makeup, using everything in her purse. I styled my hair. Ithought I looked pretty good, for a boy trying to look like a girl. Thedoorbell rang. It was Marsha, looking more beautiful than I had everseen her."Hi Ben. You look good. I am glad. We are bearly through the door when I rip your dress off, I grab your arms and pulling them hard behind your back I tie them together with your dress. I push you to your knees and push my hard cock deep into your throat, holding you down on my shaft. You start to gag, tears streaming down your face, struggling for air. You feel yourself go light headed before you feel the rush of my cum block the little air that was reaching your throat. You pass out with a throat full of cum. When you come. We found a nice little Japaneese steak house less than a block from the hotel so we were able to walk to the resturaunt. My mother was never much of a drinker but I assured her that we had no responsabilities for the week end and I told her to enjoy herself. Needless to say she ordered a bottle of white wine. The two of us continued laughing and catching up and ended up closing the steak house down around 11 o'clock. After the steak house my mom and I walked back to the hotel where she opened. —————————————————————————————————————————————————— The story starts off with a regular night that my husbands 17 year old brother comes over i never knew why he would like to come over until now. My husband had plans with his friends to go to a strip club, and i had plans to go to on of my Girlfriends house the regular drink some wine and talk about our husbands. That night i got dress in a tight little red dress, black g-string, and and a black satin bra, and matching heels. The door bell rang.