“I didn’t say you could wear those and clean my room up. Now did I?” he snickered.“They’re mine. And you don’t own me!” I began to prote...st.“I do now! And since I own you, whatever is yours turns into mine,” he said with a smile, bending down to get closer to my face.“So you want to own a pink vibrator?” I replied being sarcastic.“Go get it and I’ll show you,” he said with a serious face on.“Do you mean right now? But I thought you wanted me to clean your room? And why do you want a vibrator?” I. Not that I minded – seeing those lacey high tops reflected back to me in the mirror just made me hornier. And of course there were a couple of dresses I could wear. My favourite was a black cocktail dress with a high lycra mix and a plunging neckline, so it stretched beautifully over my body. Finishing off the look obviously needed a little make up and over the course of a year or so I practiced enough to be able to look a bit better than a typical man in drag. Actually, to be honest, when I’d. ”“Which car should we take?” he asked.“I like riding in yours.”Adam dug his keys from his pocket. “Would you like to try driving it?”Kara’s face brightened. “You’d let me?”“I will if you tell me you know how to drive a stick.”“I do,” she replied. Adam began to hand the keys to her. “I might be a little rusty -- it’s been a few years. I think it’s something you never forget, like riding a bike.”Adam drew his hand back. “You told me about your bike-riding skills ... how you wrecked your brother’s. I'll fuck you, you little cunt!" he whispered, once more latching his mouth onto one of her tits.Sara squeezed her legs around his humping ass and dug her nails into his broad muscular back. She could hardly wait to have his prick plow his hot load deeply into her cunt. She would have big pulsating wads, all creamy and sticky, coating her insides. She could almost see the gigantic cockhead turn a deep purplish, balloon outward, then spit like a cobra."Give... it... to me!" she cried out, her.