I would feel all shivery inside, like he's put his dirty hands on me. When I get home I would go straight to my room and strip off all my clothes and ...lie down on my bed. I would touch myself, seeing in my mind, him looking at me while I squeezed my boobs and rub myself between my legs. My orgasm usually goes on and on, leaving me spent and sweaty. I don't know what is about him, he's not handsome or rich, in fact he's rough and gross, possibly smelly too. But I always look out for him when I. His cock was a turgid six inches as he pulled the cool latex over them, trapping it against his body. He then went to work on the rest of the garments.The arm length gloves and latex leggings were tight and difficult to squeeze into, but over the next fifteen minutes Christopher stubbornly pulled them over his limbs. The latex felt nice on his bare skin and he examined himself in the mirror, noting immediately how strikingly feminine he looked. Was this what Vicky wanted?*knock knock. She loved it....Tim sat on the park bench and thought, well, I’m really fucked now! His prosthetic left leg was giving him fits. You pushed too hard, asshole. Too far from home and too sore to get there.“You doing okay?” said a voice. Tim looked up to see a woman in running shorts and a wide halter top. “Trouble with the pross?” she asked.“Pross” was a slang expression used by amputees, doctors and nurses to refer to a prosthetic leg like the one Tim was wearing. The main section, where a. Cherry had become a whore to pay bills, learn respect, humility and honesty and Berry would never be a whore if her mom had anything to say about it. Even then, she only did it because she was with me, training. Without me there to guide her towards re-education, she’d sit around all day eating Cheetos, sipping soda and watching bad TV.“It’s true. She stayed at your apartment for a few days, trashed it, took every penny she could find and went off with that Ted guy you mentioned. I spoke to a.