. I..." I stammered, feeling afraid of this woman. The lookin her eyes was so cold and hard... "YOU are Nestor Randall?" She frowned, "And you say tha...t youchanged to look like this last night..." I could only nod at that as I glanced around, looking for a meansof escape. "My dad started shooting at me," I told her quietly. "Don't be afraid," she told me almost gently, "Now tell meeverything..." I didn't know what she wanted, so I told her everything that hadhappened to me from the moment I had. Then he took one last swig of his beer and thenplaced the tip of the beer bottle on my panties and started to rub mylittle cock. I am not sure why but it was also such a turn on. Then hepushed me forward on his lap and positioned the beer bottle so that itwas rubbing right up my ass, he teased me for a bit, then he started totry to enter me with the beer bottle. This felt very strange but whenyou are a sissy and you are in the heat of the moment you just go withit. He never actually. Finally he granted me permission but only when he felt me start to squirt uncontrollably. Once I was done he grabbed my waist and slid his rock hard cock inside me. He had no plans to be gentle with me that night. As he fucked me harder I couldnt help but start to moan and scream a little. Still bent over the bed with my hands handcuffed behind my back he leaned down and grabbed one leg and lifted it so that it rested on his shoulder as he stood back up. With one hand wrapped around my thigh. .......oh.............this is crazy........... As he happily groped her breasts, she continued the conversation about her daughter. It was weird talking about her family to the man who was molesting her. “Jamie quit the job.....um........at the store.........and, well.......geez, you sure like.....oh.......well, she's working at.......um...........my..... nipple........” “Ha!” John chuckled, “she's working at your nipple? Um, pretty sure that's what I'm doing,” as he gave her right nipple.