He doubled over in pain and I took my chance and ran out into the lounge forgetting my cheerleader uniform was still in the bathroom. I was wet and na...ked in the lounge with nowhere to go. "You're dead bitch!" he screamed from the bathroom and came bounding out. He crashed me to the ground and pinned me down to the floor. "No bitch does that and lives," he said and forced all his fingers into my pussy. Slowly he pushed his entire fist inside me and then began to fuck me with his fist forcing it. It was fun but soonthe real Wayne left room in shame.Bob continued his activities to someone in room asked, if one of thewomen in the room was a transvestite.It was a few months later Bob's granny had passed away a month ago andhe being the only living relative had to sort her house out. He wanderedthrough the house it was very oldie style. As he entered the kitchen hesaw a pair of his gran's glasses very nhs he thought as he looked at thestyle. He picked up the specs and put them on he was. More practical. She sent me to a private girl’s school in Switzerland noted for it’s ... it’s discretion, among other things. I had my little boy there. I never even got to see him, but I did know it was a boy. Later at 18 I met and married Jean Claude Juncker he was 32 at the time, but more importantly, he was my photographer. His photographs made me what I am today. He was the most important man in my life at the time. I didn’t have Emeraude until I was almost 20. Long before I was 18 I was. "Huh, I'm not sure what it is," she said quizzically, "but my nipples feel really itchy." She flicked the tip of one talon-like nail over her nipple, feeling it respond. With the first one starting to swell, she slid her hand over her sumptuous chest to her other massive orb, slowly rubbing her fingertip across her other nipple as well. "I wonder what that's all about?" She turned and looked at her son as she kept toying with her nipples, the stiffening buds now protruding against the front of.