Neither were of much use to a slender woman. From there she went straight to Literotica checking to see if any of her favorite authors had put out any...thing. Finding that both Sir Hugs and Velvetpie had new stories she bookmarked them and moved on her website, Jenny’s Room. The page loaded quickly, a pink background filled with tiny floating bubble hearts. It was all centered around a picture of her in a bubblegum pink bikini with her hair in pigtails licking a giant lollypop. Around her were. There was room for the cock to grow without escapingfrom the silky embrace of the knickers. It was almost as if the femininegarment was saying "I know you're a big boy, but I've got you covered. Myfemininity is more than a match for your maleness."Another drawer was full of stockings and pantie-hose. Several worn (andwashed) pairs were stored in individual plastic bags, but I decided toput on a new pair of dark tan stockings. I opened the packet carefullyand removed the stockings. Remembering. He had never been beaten down so hard in his life, perhaps a life not worth living. Entering the quiet house, he went into his mother's bedroom, opened the closet and began pushing clothes and boxes aside. He was in a frenzy until he found the box containing his dad's things.Sitting down on the floor, he opened the box, pulling out the picture and uniform shirt. Daniel grew much calmer as he took out the pistol. It felt comfortable in his hand, yet scary. He released the magazine and found that. I had the right to refuse and if I asked he would take me home immediately. But if I did, I wouldn't ever get another inch of his cock again! I looked at him and told him I couldn't believe he was doing this to me... I told him, I was "his woman" and didn't that mean anything to him?He said he was glad I was his woman and if I was his woman then I will do as I am asked if I wanted any more of his cock. Tears streamed down my face as I begged him again to just take me to the motel and fuck me..