The first thing I need to know though is if you really want to be a real slut honey. Do you want to suck cocks, take them in your little ass and let ...men cum all in you and on you? Do you want to be dressed like a little slut, with make up and everything? Is that what you want baby?” I was almost drooling but I was scared that she'd be disappointed too. I said “I don't know mom. I like the idea but...” “But you think Ill think less of you for wanting to be a little girl?” “Yeah” I. " "Very good," he told me. "Now you can learn about them for real." He manipulated the shaft on one of them, and, just as he had described in his story, what appeared to be solid metal was really a series of disks held together magnetically. He removed several of the disks, then held the clamp out sideways and brought it to my right nipple. I saw the set-screw that could keep the clamp from fully closing, but it appeared to be all the way out, and I shivered at the thought of how that clamp was. I kept coming back to that word thanks to my uncle, Chuck. Shortly before our marriage, he and I went camping for the first time in years. It seemed to come out of nowhere until he started telling me what he needed to say. He gave me some really good advice. That advice, in addition to the fact that I'd never drunk with my uncle before, stood out in my mind to the present day. Uncle Chuck said, "I couldn't let you get married without saying this to you no matter how hard it is to relive.. His breaths got deeper and faster and I thought for sure he would make a noise to get us both caught. He moved my face from his shoulder to his and kissed me hard to keep from letting out his loud noises of pleasure. Only a few more thrusts and he came inside me. Shortly after was my turn. He put my leg down, kissed me on the mouth and then on the forehead and said that the gown had looked great on me. He asked how much it was and I told him. He nodded and walked out. I put my clothes back on.