He can go to prison and be some blackguy's girlfriend or you can let us turn him into a sissy."I'm sorry. I thought we were here for counseling. You ...ant to make himgay?" I asked incredulously."Actually, a sissy. Wouldn't you prefer that?" Isn't it the same either way? I challenged her."Prison bitches are a dime a dozen. Sissies are in demand." How much in demand?" Our clients can be quite generous." How generous?" Very. Do I take it that my proposition interests you?" Yes." Excellent." She. "You were a little drunk weren't you?" she added staring at Justin."Um, yes!" he took up the hint."I told you, it's all right, mum. You don't have to explain!" Chrissie said, unconvincingly.Clearly, her mother needed to explain."So what did you get up to last night?" her mother asked Chrissie.As she mumbled the catelogue of activites her and her girlfriends did that night, she kept flashing looks at Justin, then turning away. She stumbled over sentences. Justin could see her hands shaking, her. Uncle ne mere pyare se muh me apna aadha khada laude ka topa thoos diya. Unhone apni dono taangein mere sir ke idhar udhar rakhi or mere dono boobs par baith gaye jaise ki couch ho. Uka lund mere muh me tha or dhire dhire khada ho raha tha.Unhone meri choti pakdi or mere sir ko piche se pakad ke apne lund par upar niche karne lage. Ek minute baad hi mene unhe rok diya mujhe chakkar aane lage they. Ab uncle ka lund khoob khada ho chuka tha.Mujhe uspar bada pyaar aa raha tha. Mann kar raha tha ki. Her muscles clenched and the flames cast deep shadows in the creases of her flesh. Shining on the sweat drooling down her skin. He smiled with great satisfaction. His chest heaving... His balls drawing tight under His cock as His cum began to roll and rise. "Are you My girl?" His voice growled at her. "You are an angel, but tonight, you are My obedient little whore... and your body is a tool for My pleasure."Eyes fly open. He can see the flames dancing in them as the long slender candle is.