"No, honey... don't cry," he kept saying to her, his voice quavering, "there's nothing to cry about... you want it, Davie... you know you want it... w...ant to feel my cock inside you, the way Trish felt your old man's... it's a beautiful thing... beautiful to feel a warm, hard cock in you hot little pussy... oh, baby... I want to fuck you, baby... I want you, honey... got to have you..."His eyes feasted on her naked, trembling breast flesh, and he raised a hand to the circular mounds, pinching. The sex here will be built up over time and have more fetishes and plots enter the story as it advances. the next path is going to be called Already Broken, these will a collection of scenes that are not in the story but are just sex scenes. These exist in there own sphere where Adam is already being cucked and are for anyone just looking to jerk off with out digging through plot. Do not expect much in the way of extra fetishes here, it will just be Sarah and her lovers enjoying each others. I managed to reach her flat and she followed me a little panting and little tired. By this time we had introduced ourselves. She opened the door to her flat and guided me to her kitchen and asked me place the bags there. I was sweating as well. She offered my cold drink and asked me to please sit in the living room. She came back with a tray with 2 glasses of soft drink. And sat across me. She were having a general conversation about work, her husband, our native, then I asked her how long she. I looked down and realized that my shirt hadchanged, my shorts felt a LOT tighter, and I could feel my legs beingmolded by killer heels again. I swayed over to the mirrors and saw myselfstanding there. I had on 5 inch heels again, these where simpler. Theywhere black but had much less shoe then I was used to seeing. My shorts hadturned into super tight black satin short shorts, and of course my hardonwas back. My shirt was white and a lot tighter, it seemed to be more of atank top with some.