"But I can't see you grandpa."He complained."It's best this way the first time Mark,next time you can be on your back soyou can see,ok?" Ok grandpa,if... you say so."He said,but he was disapointed.He was able to look back as grandps greased his dick,it looked even biggerthen before and he noticed his grandpas hands were shaking.His big thumbs pried the cheeks of Marks ass open as he felt the huge knobtouch his ring hole.Then he was being stretched open like the fingers had done,only this wasmuch. He committed suicide over the matter, and in a way, a very large part of Max did too. After that, Max was the soulless killing machine that the military had trained him to be. His reputation in the Corp soared, even for a person that was, after a few years, not even officially recognized by the Martian government. His almost legendary exploits were carried out with an efficient lethality that most war heroes dare not dream of. As the Syndicate closed in on the Martian government, the Martian. "But It'sthe next best thing!" She giggled with satisfaction. "Boy didhe struggle when he had nothing left to wear but panties and lingerieand the dresses and high heels! He begged for me to let him wear cottonunderwear and blue jeans and tennis shoes even if the jeans were girlsjeans and the shoes were girls shoes, but I kept the pressure on tobreak him fully! I kept him in feminine lingerie, the garter belts andsheer nylon stockings and the slips and girdles and corsets and ofcourse his. “Oh that it so fucking hot.” “So was I as good as you imagined?” she leaned towards him and kissed his chest, her hand gravitating down to his spent rod.“Oh yeah. Even better!” his eyes watched her cum spattered lips.“MMMM fuck did I ever need that.” She stretched in a way that made her back arch and her tits jut upwards. “You know, the last real cock that I had inside me belonged to your father.” “MMMM was I as good as my Dad?” he countered and grinned.“Oh fuck, if your Father had a cock like.