Nina's grip eased a little as her strokes got quicker and quicker. The moist sounds it made were so sexy and satisfying. She kept stroking at a now fu...rious pace. Stephen knew he was getting close now; so close.He moved his good hand down to her wrist but it didn't stop her from pounding his cock. The surges he could feel were getting closer and closer. They were also becoming more intense.The feeling then hit him like a wave. Stephen clutched her wrist and indicated for her to stop. His groin. She: If you are my husband, I will torture you.Me: then assume I am your husband.She: Ok.And for the next few days, we role-play as husband and wife, in role-play she do physical torture, using abusive language, split in my face, questioning my manhood.Two months passed; meanwhile, she also visited her husband thrice, we decided to meet at cafe coffee day on a Sunday. She is on top and blue denim jeans. She is totally different now from whom I saw two months before in bus. She is very talkative. I wanted to fuck this bitch so bad. No choices or chances for her. I want her! I held my penis and rubbed it against her pussy. She began to try to kick me. But no luck. I opened her pussy with my hands and shoved my penis in her vagina. It was really tight, and wet. I was fucking her doggy - style. It smelled like she wet her bed tonight. I didn't care. I began fucking her cunt harder and faster than I had done with any of the other victims. I began moaning louder and louder. She also began to. I finally got to look at myself in the mirror and...wow! My cherry lips andblushing cheeks and gorgeous eyes stared back at me. I never thought Icould feel so feminine. My cock stirred and straightened."She needs a name," Karen said, pondering."What about 'Cissy'?" Micky said."'Cissy it is then," Karen said."Yeah," Lissa said. "I kinda' like that." What's this?" said Karen, clutching my erect penis between herfingers. She tucked it back under the panties. Lissa giggled. Micky smiled.Karen took.