It wasn't long before she began taunting him, starting withhow pretty his new dress was and then making him sing out the chantsthat went with the skip...ping games he was practicing, knowing how thehigh, trilling, little-girl voice they'd given him sickened him to core.He couldn't help himself. He knew well enough that he shouldn't show thehumiliation he felt or his impotent anger at all they'd done to him, butsomething must have shown on his face, some hardening of his lips ornarrowing of the. Bus chalila…maeeen gandi ta mora thik agare thae….mo mota ghoda banda rod bhalia heiki thae…link road re ahuri loka chadhile….bus re auu jaga nathila…dhire dhire bus chalila..mu mo banda ku nei maeeen gandi re touch kali….mana khusi re kundhe mot heigala…ete dina pare maeen gandira sparsa milila. Maeen janiparila tk agaku chhidahela…ei samaya re mo pachharu jane loka Dhaka dela je mo jaeen siddha maeen ku kundhei pakeili…mo banda maeen gandi kana pakhare jor re piti heigala..maeen chup chap. Stand up you little slut." I tightened up my stomach, clenched down on the butt plug with my asshole - tighter than ever, quivering as it struggled to fight against the powerful suction against the tile, and used my powerful ass to stand up . With another satisfying PPPPPOPP!, I turned around to check myself out in the mirror. My cock was out in full force now - all 6 inched of it, twitching up and down as my heart raced to make it stand up as tall as ever, begging me to take hold of it, and. He remembered suddenly rising from the darkness in a clearing – a burnt out clearing. He could still hear the crackling of fire. He could still smell the ash and soot.He stumbled as his memories came back. A figure was there. The princess and – something else. Someone else.The mage. She was there. She was ... frightened. Terrified. Of him.A fireball! The Princess! He dove, unthinking – but only in memory. His life for hers. It was a reasonable trade, made more reasonable by the fact he wanted.