It wasbecoming possible for me to get into character some of the time. MostlyI would forget and revert to my normal behaviour.The psychiatrist was a g...od looking youngish woman with a very directmanner. I was very glad that I had been very thorough in my research andthat I had worked out what my back story was. I was so into my storythat my gender dysphoria was starting to feel real as I described it. Iwas so into my story that at one stage I was overcome by a feeling ofhelplessness and burst. I was still knelt on the floor in front of him daring not to move i began getting ready to ready to dress and run. until that is i turned to the bedroom door and saw another man standing there. A rather rough looking man in his late sixties to early seventies, to my astonishment he was already undressed and s he stood there i couldn't help but notice his long flaccid cock hanging between his thighs with a thatch of greying hair surrounding it. This man was a tall thin man, with grey hair and a. Helena could do nothing but watch as her friend was raped without mercy, Xavier using her body as his own personal sex toy. She cried with her, unable to even open her mouth and say something. It went on like that for another fifteen minutes, Xavier never having to catch his breath. At last he stopped, shivering with a savage grin on his face and making Sophie whimper in shame.“Can you feel it? Feel all of the seed I just sprayed into your womb? You’re nothing but a pathetic cum dumpster, a rag. She could feel the ice on his tongue, probing, pushing, teasing, torturing. The electric shocks running up and down her spine at this exquisite, wholly new sensation caused her to momentarily think that perhaps her body was not hers at all, but his to do with what he wanted. She was built only to provide pleasure to this man she had just met a mere four hours ago. She could feel the ice cube melting inside her, and she could smell the scent of the soy wax candles - a lily-like scent, lightly.