Orphaned submissive type stewardesses had been few and far between. Experimental broadminded women played but would not submit not like Jenny and Ange...la had. Completely. They were sluts who would do anything for fun. Money only helped to pay the bills. "You were a naughty girl last week" he raised the wooden spoon and hit her between the legs. The ball gag muffled her screams. A huge rubber dildo of extreme proportions was in his hand he rubbed the head up and down her slit. She shook her head. Itold her about how it made me feel good about myself on one hand, whileI still had a nagging negative feeling in the back of my mind. Icontinued on:"I can't understand how I feel? Why do I have conflicting feelings onthis?" That is something we will have to figure out," Ms. Wilcox told me."Let me ask you this point black: Do you feel like you are a woman onthe inside? Do you think you should have been born a girl?" I have thought a lot about that question," I answered. "The more Ithink. I could feel my sperm rising as I pounded her, feeling her pussy muscles gripping my cock and knew I was on the verge of losing it. She could sense I was about to explode, “Cum in me, baby! I’m safe! Give it to me Give it to me, Ohhhhhhhyesss! Keep fucking me. We were both wild. She lifted herself off the bed, arching her back, doing everything she could to get my cock deeper in her. “Ohhhhhhhgod I’m cummmming again. Keep fucking me! Don’t stop! Fuck me harder!” I was ramming my cock into her. To stop now, was unthinkable. The footsteps behind John began to get louder and louder, and the ground beneath him began to shake. He swore loudly, tucked his head down and ran faster. He stumbled again, this time falling to his knees. He picked himself up quickly, glancing down quickly at his knees. Spots of dark blood began to seep through his blue jeans. He swore again, and hazarded a look at his pursuer as his feet carried him away. ‘Oh fuck.’ What he saw almost stopped him in his tracks,.