Cry it out. It’s just a story, that’s all. Just another fairy tale and you know that fairy tales always end happily ever after. Would you like me ...to read it to you??Sissy nodded, once, twice, very quickly. Very quietly, the faggot whispered, ?Yeth pleeth??^ ^ ^It was a simple story and easy enough to understand, even for a fluffy-headed bimbo like sissy?provided Paul spoke slowly and plainly enough, which he did, making sure that sissy understood every word, letting the story sink deep into. " "No, Alana...I mean, Artemesia, it wasn't so many hours..." "Shut up! Don't pretend. And don't believe for one instant that you have "rights" here, like the "right" to speak." She stopped for a moment and looked at him kneeling before her. And then she laughed. It was Alana's old, hearty laugh, even though it was coming from someone almost unrecognizable. "Was it thinking about your hours of wanking to your porn that gave you that hard-on?" Brandon turned red when he realized that he did. I blush deeply as she looks up, into my eyes, her tongue still deep inside me. “She says she followed you from the club. Told me she wanted in on the action or she’d tell everyone. I told her she could join but she had to obey me. She said she was desperate to be with you.” I watch as Lisa blushes then returns to cleaning my bound body. She too is naked, and the red marks of the crop as viable on her skin. I watch as you cock starts to inflate again, the remaining items on my stomach as a thick. Every part of me that I want you to touch is cleaned. I turn off the water and grab my towel. Drying off, double checking. I take the body butter and slather my legs. I rub the cool lotion into my skin. I massage my bottom, my breasts, even my belly. I take my anal plug from the cabinet and drop lube on the tip. It is small, unassuming, but will relax my anus enough to take you in comfortably. I set my left leg on the cover of the toilet seat and place the tip of the plug at my opening. The.