“Shit, that’s right, you dirty bitch! Jerk my fucking cock! Get it nice and hard for the back of your throat!” As Emma complied, a thick pair of...arms shot around her, and Brian began roughly squeezing her tits. “You like that, cunt?” Brian demanded as he felt the pert flesh ripple under her dress. Emma’s only response was a loud moan as the assistant’s fingers began pinching her nipples. “She can’t answr you, Brian. Her mouth is full,” Peters cut in, and with that, he shoved his cock in the. . all of my sports posters... all of my sports equipment... and all of the trophies that I'd worked so hard to earn. Even my lucky baseball that was signed by my favorite player was gone. Gone to the dump you said.Things didn't get any better for me. You made me wear dresses and skirts, even though I hated them. Even though I felt humiliated having to even look like a girl in the first place. But I didn't have any other kind of clothes. All you'd given me was that kind. Not even a pair of. Squooshy?* Yeah, like safe, and content and relaxed.Oh. Cool.* And wet.What?* Oh, do I have to just tell you?Yes.* Men! Down there. Between my legs. It makes me hot.A hug?* Oh, yeah. Just thinking about it now does too.Oh. Well hey.* Anyway, I was telling you about last night. So I was thinking about you hugging me, and then I went to sleep.Just like that?* Well no. I read a book for a bit, to distract myself, you know.Why?* Well, because I didn't want to, you know. Do that.Why not?* I told you. I gently put my hand on her thighs n started rubbing her leg softly, she then said me with soft sexual voice “ ur intentions don’t seem to be Mr., at do u want”…I said while taking my hand closer to her ass “ Don’t u want to implement that art practically what u have just seen”…that was last moment of her control, she slowly closed her eyes for single purpose of having mature sex with me. I went on her tits which were big enough for kissing for about 5 mins. What to say next, we both undressed.