Yes. I'm yours, all yours, only yours."Feeling you penetrate me, your cock driving into me so hot and so granite-hard, and as my tight little pussy ex...plodes, I let the tears fall, finally admitting it, if only to myself. I’m praying that you never test me, never find out just how much power you have. I let my breathing slow, while I picture your strong arms pinning me to your chest, locking me into your embrace and I know... and I know... I am yours.I rinse the soap from my body with the last. Fortunately, things occurred normally. Carefully taking some toilet paper, he self-consciously blotted himself and quickly redressed.Inevitably, bedtime came and he had to remove his/her clothes to prepare for bed. Trying to behave properly, he slipped out of Kim's shoes, cargo pants and pulled Kim's top over his/her head. He caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and stood awestruck. Kim Possible in her panties and bra was staring back at him with her enormous, saucer shaped green. The bestman was in seventh heaven, assailed by sensations along the length ofhis manhood, the waxy feel of the bride's lipstick on his public hairand scrotum, and the visual pleasure of looking down and seeing nothingbut the sea of tulle of the bride's veil enveloping his groin area.The bride brought her head back until the wedding guests could see theangry purple helmet pop from between her pale pink lips. Then her headplunged down gobbling the cock. Back and forth the bride repeated. I know my name is Jill from now on." His voice was melodic, sing-song now. Sampson nodded with approval."Good. Now let us try it again. What is your name, GIRL?"The teen didn't lose a second. He could interpret the annoyance growing in Sampson's throat. "Jill. My name is Jill."Sampson had smiled. "Better. Would Jill like something to wear?"The boy had nodded. He had been kept naked for weeks now. He would very much like something to wear. Sampson unzipped the small garment bag he.