I shouted in agony at each stroke, louder and louder…..the yelling helped me take the pain, I had discovered. By the 20th stroke I was rocking and s...aying unsteadily, weeping and sobbing, but still just managing to hold in position. My ass was blazing!!!.I heard her boots walk around behind me. She rested her strap on my shoulders, then drew it gently down my back, across my cuffed wrists, and down my flaming buttocks. I sobbed quietly.'You are a smelly, sweaty chained a****l! You almost got. From each she produced an odd lookingthing. "These are prostheses, Joan. Normally they're used by ladies whohave had breasts removed because of surgery. They fit into bras, and givethe appearance of having a natural breast. These are very good quality, andno one will know that they aren't real." Alice put them into the cups of my all in one. She stood behind me, butI could see what she was doing as I looked in the mirror. Her hands shiftedthe devices into their proper places. She. I guess we were in the kitchen longer than we thought because when we went back to the family-room Debbie and my girlfriend were all but naked and couldn't have cared less that we were gone. We didn't interrupt them and went back to the kitchen. I asked Dennie how long since her transformation and was surprised to learn that the two of them had been together for seven years and married for five but she hadn't done her surgeries until a year after they were married. As it came out they had met. "Chris." I said softly.He rolled over then, pinning my little body beneath his long one. I felt my breasts crushed against his chest, and wiggled a little.In wiggling, I brushed up against something stiff that was pushing out between our bodies. I looked down, seeing his zipper bulging forward. Chris leaned down so that his breath was blowing the tendrils of my hair softly, so softly."Touch it Jenny, please... just touch it." His voice trembled as he begged me to touch him. I thought that.