You may have to carry me out of here."She laughed. "Want to stop?"He shook his head. "Gasping and writhing beneath you, your hot wetness enveloping me... I lift my hips as you begin to slowly rise and fall, sliding up and down my length." I love to feel you inside me, filling me, stretching me to the limit, as I grind against you harder, pounding against you in earnest as the tension in my body builds again, feeling you swelling, growing hotter inside me, feeling the rippling heat in my belly. Butshe knew that passing the day home alone wasn't getting her any relief.She saw herself ready: stockings straight with no runs, heels, corset,dress, hair, make-up, wrist- and ankle cuffs. Just one thing missed tocomplete her uniform, all the locks were open: that was a pleasure thatMistress kept for herself."Sissy are you ready?" Mistress called from the corridor. "Hurry up!"Moving cautiously on her new 5inch shoes the sissy presented herself forinspection. Mistress checked her carefully has. She got down close to my dick through the towel and reached for the another while saying “ I really love your son, you know that right”. My mind was too far gone with the lust intoxicating my brain and filling my cock with a need for pleasure. I love my son deeply but now that she said that I needed to punish her for trying to make me think of the betrayal. I pulled back my towel fast so my huge veiny cock slapped right on her face and covered her right eye. My balls where pressed up against. It's almostbikini season." Molly," I said, "I don't have to have boobs." You don't have too, sweetie. You get to. That's the fun of it." But I thought this was just a trial thing." Yeah, but how can it be a proper trial if we don't have all theevidence? A proper sissy has titties, Casey. A proper sissy goes into astore, and everyone can see her chest, and they know. Besides, boobs arefun. When I was a kid, I couldn't wait to get my boobs. You'll be thesame. You just wait."My hands rose to my.