She reached around with her other hand and began stroking my cock. “Well somebody likes getting fucked” she said and slid a third finger inside of...me. I moaned and started pushing back on her hand. I looked over to the wall and saw my reflection in the mirror, wearing fishnets and a bra, ass up, head down, mouth stuffed with piss and cum soaked panties, getting my ass finger fucked by a CD who was going to fuck me. And my cock is throbbing hard. I am truly a worthless, dirty sissy faggot. I. ’ I lowered my shorts and placed them on top of my other clothes and followed her to the scale. She had a little microphone and said she was going to record all these statistics so the receptionist can add them to your chart. ‘Step up on the scale please.’ I followed her instruction to stand vertically as she slid the scale controls back and forth until she arrived at 171 pounds. She had me face her holding my head straight as I looked at a mark on the far wall. A laser beam measured my height. My stomach feels watery. I feel so alone, so lost in the deadof night that I almost weep in the hope that Brad will arrive.Please come - I can't do this alone.I bite down on my thumbnail as I wait. I walk back and forth so manytimes I feel dizzy enough to pass out. Then, out of nowhere, there's aknock. I pad swiftly over to the door and put my ear to it."Sam? That you? It's me, Brad," he whispers. I unlock the door and lethim in, closing and re-locking it the moment he enters. He's about to. “I’m a person again, not a masturbation tool. I’m clearly in a family, and I need to celebrate and to give back.” Tabbi paused. “Can you understand?”Cathleen responded, “I was never the kind of prisoner or object quite the way you were, but I was nonetheless an object and a prisoner of sorts. AND that was before I was about to be raped when Michael and Rachel rescued me. I do understand.”Cuddling the teen to her, Cathleen whispered, “Let me just hold and cuddle you for a while.” Shortly, the.