.I felt powerless.It was like I was being fucked.I couldn't do anything about it.I had no will of my own and had become a spectator of my own life. I...was no longer about what I was doing, but what was being done to me.These are classic symptoms of depression or the blues.As I sat there waiting for the kettle to boil, Sarah came into thekitchen."John, you know that when you dress as a girl, you need to have a newname. We can't go round calling you John. I think it would beempowering for you,. They may have been a little damp. My cock gave another twitch. Mandy saw the direction of my gaze and quickly closed her legs. I pressed on. “Did he put his fingers inside your cunt?” I asked as matter of fact as I could. “Yes,” was the reply, again after a short hesitation. “Did he touch your arsehole?” I pressed on. “No!” Mandy replied forcefully, obviously shocked at the suggestion. Then she looked at Sylvie. “Does Malky do that to you?” she asked in disbelief. Sylvie just smiled, but I. V. on and all she had on was a t-shirt and pink panties and the shirt was pulled up so much you could see the top of her panties where the little elastic ring was to hold them on and with out saying a word I closed the door walked over to the couch and stood in front of her. I then started undoing my pants and pulled down my boxers and held my dick which was not fully erect because of the alcohol consumption earlier and I put it about half an inch from her lips and she looked up at me and said. ’ Mesmer took some lube from a drawer and started lubing up his massive cock as she obeyed. She felt a surge of fear as she realized what he was about to do, she was a virgin back there, but she was powerless to stop herself or him. As he started working lubrication into her ass with his finger he made his next command, ‘You will relax your ass completely as I push into you, and clench each time I pull out. Your arousal will build and build, and when I bottom out in you, you will cum hard. You.