I gladly obliged because I really wanted to be a slutty woman. He also told me that if I wanted to be a true slut, I was going to have to start taking...dicks in the ass. But he told me I needed to be prepped for that so it would feel good and not hurt. So he told me for the next month I needed to massage and finger my asshole with olive oil to make it more pliable and to get used to penetration. When I first tried it, it felt great and I was anticipating when I could get something bigger than my. I wanted to run, to hide, to disappear, I was shaking. Therehe was, still not a word, standing in front of me. He reached down andunbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, slowly pulling down his fly,finally reaching inside his jeans he pulled out one of the biggest cocks Ihad ever seen. I'm no prude, I mean I've played with a few cocks in mytime but this one was huge, already at least eight inches and as bigaround as my wrist. He stood there in front of me wordlessly stroking hiscock, my mind. But you better watch out. She’ll get you drunk and try to do your ass with her strap-on when you’re too wasted to say no! Just like she did with Stacey. She’s a real ass bandit! Just another crazy QAnon bitch, like Nicole. And all the rest of us! So, Ashton, come on. You gotta help us. We need to get rid of the black bitch now. Then we can all go back to the mansion for some fun. Okay?”“Sure, Lauren. I’ll help you. No problem. It’ll be a pleasure. I’ve always hated those black sluts anyway.. And then tell me how do _you_ feel? What are your emotions?What is your world right now?"Ken sat with his eyes closed and felt many things. He was afraid,nervous, and he felt something he could only describe as shame. At thesame time, he also felt alive, like maybe never before. He loved thefeel of his hair, stockings, and dress on his skin. He was starting toget used to, and enjoy, the pull of his breasts on his chest. All ofthese sensations were sort of at hyper intensity. Just the.