Oh yes I said the helmet was banging the back of your mouth then it slipped all the way in it felt so tight and slippery. If you carry on doing that I... might shoot my cum down your throat, it felt that good. Ann wanked my cock with all the slippery throat spit. She spat more on the end as she twisted her hand up and down my cock, teasing more pre cum out. Then licked it off, stood up and kissed me, her tongue deep going deep into my mouth. I love kissing her after she has sucked my cock. Tasting. I really did hate that cane. “Please Zoe” I begged. Another whoosh, splat, yelp. Crikey, that is really stinging I thought, still not clear if I was getting caned because I hid the cane or because she was just mad with me. “Please Zoe, that’s five strokes.” “Who’s counting?” she spat followed by a sixth whoosh splat and yelp. I let out my first whimper. “Is the cane hurting you little boy?” she said in a childish voice, mocking me. “Yes” I said quietly, and she knew I was. "Being naked isjust being naked." Oh," replied Marlika. "But I suspect I've figured out your allegeddifference." She began to chuckle. "When I transformed you earlier,you continued wearing your shorts so _you_ wouldn't have to watch yourpenis disappear. And now, you're trying to shelter us poor _innocent_girls from having to watch its return. How very touching!" I think he's being very gallant," grinned Lexia. "You are - aren'tyou, Phyllis?" But ..." But nothing, Vincent," snapped Dr.. As usual I simply took out my leg-irons and locked each over-sized cuff around my Lycra covered ankles which would enable me to move about the house fairly freely and at the same time I would be reminded that I was wearing a little bondage. Nothing too unusual so far this morning as I went about my chores dressed like a slightly overweight housewife. I enjoyed the thrill of wearing these cloths especially as my wife knew nothing of my kinky perversions for cross-dressing.About two hours later.