He didn't know what to do. His perfect companion had thrown him for a loop. She was deceiving him for some reason. He never felt for a moment that she...didn't love him as much as she always did, but why did she feel she had to keep a secret like this from him? Terry never let her feel that she couldn't be open and truthful with him, and he was hurt. Did he do something that led her to believe that he couldn't be trusted? Was this his fault? Was he being paranoid about the whole situation? What. ”“Okay, how about this. If I roll one more perfect joint on the very next try, you will pull the car over and fuck me.”“And if the next joint you roll is not perfect? What then?”“Then you will pull the car over, and I will fuck you!”“That sounds like a win for you.”“You’re saying it’s a loss for you if I have to fuck you? Choose your next words carefully, Sir!”“Don’t put words in my mouth, sub.”“How ‘bout I put my cunt in your mouth? You don’t want to fuck me!”“Have you forgotten what happened. I was about to become an official sissy penetrated by a realman. "Candy, honey, you said you wanted to be my bitch right? You told methat you were a sissy whore. Well, to be a true bitch you must surrenderevery ounce of manhood that you have and I am going to take it fromyou. I'm going to fuck you Candy. And when I'm done you will be a lowlysissy whore with all traces of masculinity removed from her. When I fuckyou, Michael will be dead, and you will be Candy. Any last words before Ifuck you,. I think I mentioned that although she allowed, rather liked in fact, me to fuck Dee who was single and a close friend, if I ever did so without her prior knowledge and approval she had her whip waiting. Believe me, she knows exactly how to use it. She never even breaks into a sweat. The merest flick of her wrist and the bastard’s little sting carves into me. She has deadly accuracy; years, she says, of police firearms training although I think it is simply that she has the eye of a sportswoman..