But I digress, back to that lovely August night. It would be my last time seeing Brian and hanging out with him behind closed bedroom doors, and we kn...ew that tonight was the night. We started watching Donnie Darko to relax and ease into the moment. Ten minutes in and Brian had his hands under my shirt, working the clasp of my bra, while my hands were playing with the hardness under his shorts. After reaching in and fishing out his dick, (a monster to me then but now it would be only average). " Get away, that's impossible!" gasped the bartender."It's not," said the man. "The little bastard stuck a pin in all my condoms."This one is compliments of BobLife's Demerit System ... In the world of romance, one single rule applies:MAKE THE WOMAN HAPPY!Do something she likes, and you get points.Do something she dislikes, and points are subtracted.You don't get any points for doing something she expects.Sorry, that's the way the game is played. Here is a non-exhaustive guide to the point. Laying down on the soft mattress Ilooked up and saw myself in the mirror above. What I saw wasn't a 28year old man, but it wasn't a woman either. Long hair and a sexynightie, flat chest and a chastity cage making an ugly bulge in mypanties, a hairless body and hi arched eyebrows. My sissy cock tried toget hard again and the tiny spikes dug into the head causing me to yelp.At that point the door opened and both of my Mistresses walked in,smiling at me. "I see you like your new bed Brenda, but. " He shoved another couple inches into my mouth until the flaredcockhead was at the entrance to my throat. I was focused on his wiry pubichair getting closer to my lips, when he grabbed my head and turned my faceup to look at him again. He started stroking his cock in and out of mymouth, the head punching against the entrance to my throat each time."Fuck yeah! You are a great cocksucker, whiteboy. You sure you neversucked dick before?" I could only grunt in affirmative. "Then you are anatural,.