He was feelingdown but not out. And what was with these tears? A guy doesn't cry whenhe fails, a guy works harder. He turned to her and gritted his te...eth."You know, you're right. I'm just going to have to try harder. But, canyou help me?"Deep inside, he knew those tears were caused by his own volition. He'dmade the choice. And the source of all these dilemmas were the hormones.It all came from the estrogen he had voluntarily taken to fill out hiscurves and make him look more feminine back when. Flick, the first strike was against her stomach; I was using the first one on her abdomen to gauge how hard I wished to hit. Ben began counting, keeping track of each blow. She flinched as much as her position allowed, a groan escaping her gag. Another, on the tops of her breasts, a third on the tender underside, and a fourth across her nipples, her groans becoming louder, wincing with each strike of the whip. My blows were measured, having no desire to speed the process along and relatively. It was small andcute, with just a small patch of light brown pubic hairs above it."You have beautiful legs," I said, and stroked his soft hairlessthighs. "Let me put these on you," I said, the stockings in my hand.I reached around his young body and fastened the suspender belt aroundhis slim waist. I pulled it around so that the suspenders hung down thefront of his pretty thighs. He looked so cute!"Sit on the bed," I said.He did as I said. I took on black stocking and rolled it down into. I reached down to Jen's hips and pulled her the rest of the way to her knees and without any more banter pushed my cock into her. I noticed her anus was open and inviting and that was a good clue as to how to proceed. I pressed the ball of my thumb firmly against her asshole, and angled my cock up to rub the head against her colon wall.Jen almost went crazy. And that was not good for my staying power, it only took a few strokes and I was ready to cum.She heard I was ready, by my breathing, and.