Charles se sentait prisonnier, non il ?tait v?ritablement prisonnier,d'une prison soyeuse ? la peau, chatoyante aux yeux, mais profond?mentcontraignan...e, modelant son corps en un contour f?minin tout en lui niantsa masculinit?. Charles avait beau se sentir frustr? et r?volt? il ?taitimpuissant, plus ma?tre de son apparence comme de sa vie. Vaincu etr?sign? les catins ne rencontraient plus d'autre r?sistance ? sontravestissement que sa mine d?confite.?a pouffait fort pendant que les habits. And I knew too, as her jaw dropped, that I had touched a raw nerve. I drove home my advantage. ‘That’s it, isn’t it, Fran? You’ve put it all in terms of love and marriage but that’s not what you’ve really been thinking about for the last week, is it?’ By now poor Fran was blushing so deeply that her face was almost the same colour as her hair. She had been brought up in a tiny Scottish village where everyone went to church and talking frankly about sex was simply not the done thing. She looked. Apparently it was turning him on so much that without warning he began to hump my face. He shoved that hard cock all the way into my throat and made me gag a couple of times ;) but that just made it extra sloppy. every time he forced his cock in my mouth it sounded like if you stuck your fingers into silly puddy. I was loving every moment of him inside me!I held him as close as I could with his cock still in my throat. Thats when I had the idea of trying to swallow his cock! My throat was. It's the least I could do for the woman who made this all possible."Ann's clothing disappeared and she idly, traced her body with the tip of the letter opener. She caught Helen staring. "You like," Ann asked turning around.'No, I don't like,' Helen tried to say, but couldn't. If the woman was the God here, the least she could do was do something about her appearance. Who would want to be fifty, with graying hair, cellulite, and have stretch marks on her stomach and large pendulous breasts?Helen.