She was turning out to be just as dirty as Renee, but she would actually let me fuck her. She had just moved ahead again. I was really beginning to en...joy this little competition I had ignited. I couldn't wait to tell Renee.The next day, I couldn't even wait until the afternoon to text Renee. I left the office around 10 and locked myself in the bathroom.ME: Feeling Naughty?RENEE: Always!ME: I want you to take off your clothes and send me a picture of your pussy.I waited for a second. I knew she. For a solid hour these two soldiers of lust banged away in their twofold ecstasy. Sweat pouring from the tanned man’s brow in rivulets down his face onto his chest, at times dribbling over his nipples and falling into a pool on the pale man’s lower back where his muscles had formed a hollow. Fast and furiously the man above had quickened his pace even more, almost vehement-like, fighting his way into his partner’s body with this tunnelling full blooded bone, all the while that man below taking. The next morning I felt like I had been ****d with a wire brush. Going to the toilet was excruciating. I knew I had to see a doctor but didn't know what to tell him. I read up in some medical book we had at home and found that one could have problems after prolonged cycling on a hard saddle, so that's what I told the doctor. He mumbled something like "Hmmm, ja, right, well..." He put on a latex glove, took some lube and examined me. The fact that he wasn't very ginger gave away that he. All you have to do is reset it." Oh..." I said, frowning. "So now you can see..." Yes, everything that happened last night," Cindy said. "A SissyPrayer Room! Well goodness! But no time now. I'll review this later,with Ed. I'm sure he'll be interested to see this! But it certainlylooks like Creampuff delivered on her end of the bargain."I stopped so suddenly that the leash came out of Cindy's hands.People walked past, staring at me and my sissy outfit as I stamped myfoot in frustration. I felt.