Only this one didn't have horns, just a similar fur-covered face. I gave serious thought to screaming, but my body wasn't up for that level of activit...y. I looked up at him, although how I knew it was him, I had no idea. But I looked up at him, he looked down at me and I realized two things instinctively.First off, if he was going to hurt me, I would already be hurt. He certainly wouldn't have picked me up from wherever the hell I had fallen and brought me in here and warmed me up.The second. I knew this would be the most sensitive part of him and would most likely send him over the edge.“Cum for me,” I implored him.“I’m… going to…” was the only warning he could give before his legs wrapped around my waist, his ass tightened and the first stream of thick beautiful cum shot out of him, landing square on my chest, warm and wet. The second rope landed on my stomach, followed by a few more small ones that covered my hand.“How was that?” I asked as I continued to gently stroke him,. I was in tears; it felt like my little sissy clit was being torn in two. But she didn’t stop. She continued to pump deep into my sissy clit. I was moaning & shouting in pain, begging her to stop. Still she continued. The pain became so great I thought I would pass out. Still she continued to pump me deep into my sissy clit.Finally I felt her body shudder and shake. My wife let out a low moan and slowly the pumping came to a stop.‘Not bad for a sissy slut’ she taunted me To finally humiliate me. He still wore his sarong, but the front now hung straight down.Rita raised up and looked at him. She was wiping juice from her mouth.He said, "I'm itching to know how my invention turned out."Rita told him, "Susie says wonderful but my lips and tongue are better."He shrugged. "I didn't intend competing. You know my viewpoint, that masturbation is its own good thing, an easy extension of fantasy."Rita rose, rearranging them until she was sitting, Susie's head on her lap, from which cushion Susie.