He paid particular attention to her navel, a delectable highlight on her gorgeous flat stomach. Kristin, breathing hard, clung to him. When he reached... her pubic hair, she gasped, then she begged him to keep going, to do more. ‘I plan to,’ Mitch told her, ‘but I have to be sure the rest of you is clean first.’ He glided the lather-filled cloth over her hip, then thoroughly washed her superb buttocks. Kristin seemed to be having trouble standing and parted her legs to steady herself. When she. He wasnt finished with me quite yet, though&hellip, he tuned different buttons on his machine and the spasms my bowels were going through were joined by what felt like pure alternating current passing through my penis, and then into my bowels.. it was enough to start me bucking on the chains in spasmodic movements, and my master saw that my eyes had rolled up into my head&hellip,. He called to me Pet, are you ok? I made some kind of sound, to indicate that I was still conscious, and so he. Okay man um what arre you doing.Him: what you really want.Me:what do I really want ?Him: well I know you’ve been wanting a man’s dick, and I want to give you that.Me: really??Promise not to tell dad.Him: yea really. I promise only if you promise me somethingMe: ya bro anything.Him: if we make this not only a one time thingMe: for sure bro! I’ll be more than happy to do this again. And from then he walks up to me and I grab his penis. I go down to suck it and he stops me.Him: Your almost done. It wasFrilly this and Frilly that. I had to think hard to remember what my namehad been before all this started. Did it matter? It didn't seem likelythat I would be using it again any time soon as I couldn't think of anyway I was getting out of this situation in the near future!It was getting difficult to remember when I didn't have a corset and bigtits and high heels and so forth, the days when I had ridden my bike toschool each day and over to Woodbridge each weekend.My hair and nails were.