I put my left arm around his chest and lifted him up, still fingering his hole and carried him to the tall mirror so he could see himself. Me "look at... what you are now. A worthless sissy. I own you" (slipped a second finger in and started to fuck him more and more vigorously) "look into your eyes as I finger you, this is what you were born to be. You are nothing but a mouth and an arsehole for my cock. You’re my faggot. Let me hear you say it" T (moaning quite loud now) "yes daddy, I'm yours,. But I do have a few questions that may help me cope with this issue," said Stephanie, desiring some insight of her own."Sure...anything," Maggie agreed."Okay, where to start?" Damian's mom began, her voice almost breaking under the strain. "Connie, can you explain how Damian came to be in your bedroom, and further to that, why was he stuffing his cock down your throat?" The directness of Steph's question caught them all by surprise and brought a sense of guilt to more than one of the. Thursday came all too soon and Dave made his way from work to thetheatre. He was there about 7pm and wondered around for a while to seeif any other people were turning up for the auditions. For a while Davethought he may have got the wrong night as no one else was around butabout 7.40 the first people arrived and went in to the theatre throughthe stage door.Dave waited around outside, not sure if he should rush home and forgetthe whole idea or if he should pluck up his courage and go in. . "But when you think about it, we're pretty well-suited." "How's that?" He eased into the flow of traffic. "Well, for starters you like to play music and I like to listen. You like to eat and I like to cook. And eat." She smiled as he went on. "Plus, the busy schedule thing could work in our favor. You're busy, I'm busy, so neither of us has to wait on the other." "So very practical." She put her hands over her heart. "I'm swooning." "No, you're not, and that's one reason I like you. I wouldn't.