I started to cry and that's when the pamphlet slowly fell into my lap."The Wealthy Sissy Surrender Station." I opened it.W.S.S.S. was created to facil...itate the surrender of all sissies and femboys within the northern district. This specialized compound helps serve the needs of our soldiers who live a particular lifestyle. Their way of life requires a specific type of servitude including a high scale income which is why only wealthy sissies will be taken. Details are listed below . . .1.). We had a little en-suite peach bathroom on our right as we entered the room and a small wardrobe directly opposite, that we would not use and a large desk. Two single beds, no more than a foot apart was over a picture of a black horse galloping through some marshland."So I'm married now?" Zoe asked as I put my rucksack down on the bed nearest the door."I booked it as Mr Williams," I replied defensively and Zoe was grinning. "I never said I was married." I won't tell Mum what they have called. “Among other things, but yes, to an extent,” Ariel admitted what I realized intuitively.“Fascinating, this little plan of yours. To think that I’m not just a leader of a band of survivors, but a cog in the celestial machine, the divine plan for a post-apocalyptic world. Is this because humanity lost its way and needed a course correction of sorts?” I continued to gather from what Ariel both told me ... and didn’t tell me.“That’s one way of putting it, to be sure. In every evolutionary crisis, a. They took hold of me and pulled me up from the floor, then spun me around to face Mack. They each grabbed a thigh and an upper arm as they lifted me in the air, my legs wide spread and my ass open to the breeze. Mack was slowly jerking his massive cock while looking at my exposed hole and he grabbed it around the base and pointed it straight up at the ceiling. Ron and Gary carried me forward and I could feel that plum sized cock head grazing my crack and then lodging against my hole. Ron and.