You need to go lower, more to the left.’ My feet left the floor and my weight shifted until my hand touched the bottom. I thought my hand would atta...ch itself to the cold steel. I supported my weight with one hand while I felt around with the other. Something moved and made a rolling sound. ‘That’s it,’ she said. I wondered how she knew. Did she have an ear for the roll? Had she practiced rolling her roast around the bottom of the freezer so she could recognize its roll? I also wondered how I. Well hot.But the dominant guys, those were something.I frequent some chat rooms, hunting for the perfect guy. For most part it is only dissappoitment. Only talk, they lure some nudes (and I am careful, mind you) and they are gone. I end up visciously masturbating to porn, often multiple times.But then I found one. He was older, normal bulid, but I do not care much about how you look. He was dominant and started to message me about how he is going to take me to a local gay sauna and take me. Use. " Ah! You want me to graft Greg's penis onto you," Bunnie said nodding."WHAT? NO! Wait... you can do that?" Not me, Pixie. Science! Okay, really me, but your transsexualfantasies will have to wait, for I have just completed an invention thatwill benefit all of humanity!"Pixie was going to argue that it was hardly a transsexual fantasy toreturn to one's original gender, but the concept of Bunnie doinganything to benefit humanity was too distracting to ignore."What is it?" she asked."This!". She was tied to the futon and couldn't move much. I went outside. Her bull showed up with an Escalade full of guys. I said she's all yours and left for half an hour.I came back to check on her. She was grunting , growling, and cumming non stop. I got in front of her. She cussed me out and kept cumming. The guys were fucking the shit out of her. We talked for a minute and I left again. I went to get her a bottle of water. When I came back she was still cumming. She was begging for more. She was.