In your hands, you appear to be holding a rusty, iron dagger. Out of nowhere, you hear Emma's voice. "Hey there, loser. A pindick like you has no righ...t to take a woman like me home from a bar. I thought I was actually gonna get fucked by a real man, with a real cock, not your little babyprick. Losers like you have to do a little extra work if you want to actually get laid. You're going to have to beat a brand new game my friends and I designed. We call it Sissyquest. Isn't it so realistic?"As. I’m so tender from my orgasm, the feeling of him sliding in and out is too much. “S-s-stop, I’m so s-s-sensitive,” I beg him, shaking from the feeling, but he doesn’t. He’s quickly moving in and out of me and I’m reeling. “Holy fucking shit,” I mumble against the marble. It’s so intense and I can’t pull away. I’m panting hard as he keeps up his pace, shivers rolling through my spine. I have the feeling he’s getting close though. His hand holding my arms is gripping tighter, the hand on my. In keeping with how things were going, they promptly developed a run, and I had to trash them. So I went into my drawer, and pulled out my last pair of white hose, thigh high hose with little baby-pink satin bows at the tops. I was careful as I pulled them on, and after they were on, I had to admit that they looked pretty good on my five foot, four inch, 120 lb. frame, although no one would seem them. I pulled on a pair of baby-pink satin French-cut bikini panties, smoothing the thin fabric. "I've been at work all bloody day. I'm trying to read over here, love. Is there any point to this conversation?"Jessie sighed deeply and opened her Cosmopolitan magazine and turned my attention to a two-page spread article beneath a headline that read: "Are Your Son's Sexual Urges Leading Him Astray? Why Not Appease Him The Japanese Way?"My eyes widened and my mouth gaped in astonishment as I read the article. It began by noting that in many countries, not thirty minutes by plane from where.