“Of course, it’s still in its packaging as I still need to get some heads to store them on” I responded.Amy went work on Cindy with eye shadow, ...ascara, foundation cream, rouge and finally lip-stick and lip gloss. “Now for a top and a skirt”. Amy said, “Can we borrow something” from your collection”? she continued.“Yes my skirts and blouses are in the right hand wardrobe” I replied admiring Amy’s handiwork at Cindy’s beautifully made up face. Amy chose my shortest mini skirt and a pale pink. Joel's eye widened in shock, despite the ease with which he'd beenpenetrated, the pain was immense."God no, it's too big, take it out, please! I'll suck you again,anything, just take it out. I don't want this, it's rape"Tyrone just laughed, and pushed again, sliding in another couple ofinches.Joel shrieked, tears rolling down his face. "Oh fuck, it hurts, stop,please"Tyrone laughed "There's a long way to go, sissy boy, I'm only about athird of the way in"Joel stopped talking, he was in too much. There's nothing wrong with being gay, he would say. But he's straight.The women, on the other hand, would invariably end up on the giving end of his cock or ass for a weekend, being worn as his sperm sponge or as a cog in his personal toilet slave machine.When he received a fairly typical request from Mindy offering herself to be his toilet slave, he replied that she would be welcome to be a guest in his toilet slave machine for a weekend or so.But when he received her reply, he wasn't sure how. Before I could utter a word in protest, Timmy was off and away, with a pail of sand and shovel."Never mind, Dad, I can do it myself" I said quickly."Nonsense. Lay down. I'll do it." He ordered, grabbing the bottle of lotion from my hands, and placing his hands on the small of my back, directed me to lie down. Resigned, I settled back down on my stomach. I felt him straddle himself over me, his hairy legs to each side of my legs. Then he was pouring the oil into his cupped hand, and then his.