Emma was wearing a cock; a cock that was inserted inside her. Matt looked at Emma and shook his head. Emma nodded back, enthusiastically. She unscrewe... the top of a tube of gel and climbed onto the bed between his legs. She took her time lubricating her stiff cock; playing with it as she would Matt's own cock. Emma relished in her task as she knelt in front of him. “Ready?” She asked. Matt shook his head, “No, please, I can’t take that. I’ve never done…” His words stopped when Emma’s cock. Mattie was mostly dry as she dropped her towel to the ground and gave herself a cursory brush with a smaller one. She rubbed moisturiser onto her legs, arms and face. She smoothed her fingers over her plump pussy lips, feeling the light stubble where her Brazilian wax was starting to grow back in. She shook her head ruefully and made a mental note to listen to her inner voice when it told her that something was not a great idea. She couldn’t believe that Simon had giggled at her freshly waxed. "Wow, I think it isfantastic what you are doing Craig, I understand the reasoning behindit but I'm not sure this would be the best thing for you." What do you mean?" Craig asked."Well what happens when you switch back? Are you going to be happy?This is going to be a monumental event in your life. I don't think youever be the same again after something like this," Anna asked."I hadn't thought of that," Craig admitted."Craig, I hope I am not being to forward here, but there is somethingserious I. Being fucked on the Prison Governor’s sofa by a man who was threatening her brother. But there was no denying she wanted this. At some basic level she ached to be controlled, to be taken when she was helpless. Jackson brought her back to reality, suggesting suddenly they try something else. He sat back on the sofa, motioning that Beth should sit on his lap. She hesitated, and the thought came to her that perhaps this bastard knew exactly what he was doing. It was one thing being screwed by this.