" he says. His cock now buried balls deep inside me. Then he starts fucking me hard and fast with long strokes. I'm completely at his will and all I c...an do is moan and drip precum all over him. This feeling of being completely powerless in the hands of a man is so intoxicating. Eventually he stops. I'm panting hard. His cock has made me weak but I know what a good sissy is supposed to do so I slide off his cock and lick my pussy juices off. Then he tells me to stand next to the bed and bend. “What’s gluten? Never heard of it.”Exasperated, Nigel explained. “Gluten comes from processed wheat flour. Is this bread made with almond or soy flour?”Suzy started laughing, “Mr. St. Gaudens, I don’t even know what that stuff is. So, as this is homemade bread, and damn fine bread at that, no, it isn’t gluten?” Suzy looked at me, I just shrugged. “It isn’t gluten-free. Now, do you want some or not?”I could see that Nigel was getting frustrated. “No,” he snapped, “I don’t. I’ll have a cup of. She slowly brought her hands on my big breasts. I slightly adjusted on the bed conveniently so that she was able to put her hands over my both breasts. She was taking her hand to my vagina inside the saree. I am now restless. I immediately jumped up. She got stranded over my action. I smiled at her and kissed her cheeks. She immediately kissed my cheeks in return. I kissed her lips and teeth. She kissed my lips and teeth in return. I kissed her both eyes. She kissed my both eyes in return. I. I'd just graduated high school, back when I had the braces and glasses. I looked awful and knew it.No guy in school would even look at me. I mean, Tommy Morrison tried to have sex with me that once, but Tommy tried to have sex with everyone.Anyway, I was doing odd jobs around Uncle Mike's funeral home.And that's when I did it.I had sex with a dead man.God, I get excited just writing this. Yes, I know. It's sick. It's horrible. It's abuse of a corpse and a hundred other legal and moral.