Mistress Diago was wailing continuously as her slave thrust relentlessly into her cunt with the strap-on. The third orgasm– or new peak to the secon... orgasm– was only about five minutes later, but the slave still did not stop. She continued ramming, driven by the whips on her ass and back and legs, until only two or three minutes later, a final, almost explosive orgasm tore through Mistress Diago’s body.The whipmasters stopped and slave pumpkinhead stepped back, pulling the dildo from her. " Oh," I said, "that's better than a sissy, guess?" There's nothing wrong with being a sissy either. My father tells methe only thing that is important is to be who you really are; boy orgirl, tomboy or sissy."She stopped talking while she pulled some TP from the roll, then as shewiped she added, "And baby or tough guy too I guess. But I hope youaren't really a tough guy; you are so, so sweet now!" I grinned, and I don't know if that was because of what she had justsaid, or because she had just. The sales clerk was still straightening a rack a few feet away.“Excuse me again. I seem to have another wardrobe issue.” She looked at me. “I can’t get my bra unhooked.”She smiled and walked over. “I’ll give you a hand. I’m Marilyn.”“Thank you, Marilyn. I’m Beth. Nice to meet you.”“And you,” she said. “Turn around, and let me see.” I turned, and she took the back of the bra in her hands. She twisted and wiggled, and eventually got the clasp to snap loose. “The bottom clip is bent a little, and. "I really loved it, Ma, but fucking you would be i****t. Isn't that wrong?" "Not if no one knows, baby, and who's to say what's wrong between a pair of consenting adults?" She reached behind her with one hand, spreading apart her pussy- lips like some Internet centerfold, revealing the hot pink depths within. "Now pound me with that big cock yours." I moved up behind her and laid my dick into her in one hard thrust that took me in to the balls. She yelped and Grasp up like a mare surprised by.