Tried my best to push him away, but forgot how weak I'd become :o All in a sudden, he turned me around and yanked my week arms up against my back, har...d. -"So, where's your bedroom, bitch?" I tried to struggle as he pushed me through my kitchen and into my bedroom. He let go of my arms, so I turned around and "Please, this is just a huge messed up misunderstanding, I don't like men, and especially not young boys like you! You got to leave me alone! Please!?" He kind of saw I was lying and smiled. Clyde moaned in ecstasy as he unloaded his balls into the soft white cheeks impaled on his cock, the orgasm he experienced like nothing he'd had before, he squeezed his sissy tight as he jetted his semen deep into the pretty blonde's asshole. On easing his messy cock out, the sissy turned and tightly embraced him; the comforting of this pretty little thing was as good as the sex for Clyde, they kissed long and hard and they lay in each-other's arms, the sissy fulfilled having been used like a. She seemed to be in her early twenties, just like Bethany. The table was loaded with breakfast items.“Well good morning!” Andrew said heartily. “How are you feeling this morning?”“I feel great,” she answered. “And you?” She looked at his neck but couldn’t see any scars. The image of them, though, was burned into her memory. Running her hand across her own neck she felt a slightly tender spot, but that was all.“I’m fantastic, love,” he replied. “I bet you have scads of questions, don’t. I went along with it, pretending that I believed she was a witch, calling her Mistress, whatever it took to buy time and try to think.I hoped she believed my lie about the syringe she held in her hand. If I sold it well enough, pretending to be a bimbo airhead, she would believe me. She had found it in my purse, recognizing that it was different from the bimbo serum, the other syringe in there.“Oh, you are such a nasty ass-licker, you bimbo-slut,” moaned the woman. “And I bet my ass taste.