And then, "I am in a very bad situation." The remnants of his fight were lingering now, slipping, slipping.The wall at the rear of the stage had two w...heels, like on wheel of fortune or something. Over the one on the left, it said MINOR in silver letters. The wheel had three spaced sections. Goddess Choice, Mistress Choice and sissy choice. The other wheel had two sections. The majority of it said Goddess Choice and a small section said sissy choice. On a raised balcony, off to the right, John. After some days she with her hubby went somewhere and I was outside the flat talking to my friend who came to visit me and how I was accustomed to the place she saw me without knowing to anyone and gave a smile I gave a smile.Days are passing like this I was imagining her and had masturbated many times thinking about her and my feelings towards her was increasing day to day and I was decided to fuck her at any cost and one day to my luck her husband went to some city on office work I came to. I felt like I was being ripped apart! I tried with no suck luck to get Tubby off of me but he was stuck in my pussy. And he was still fucking me! Eventually I started to cry out in pleasure and before I knew it I was having my first of five orgasms.When Tubby finally blew his load I laid down on the floor and Tubby laid on top of me. His knot was still in me and it really was about thirty minutes before it was small enough for him to pull it out. I walked him to the door to let him out. But I’m getting ahead of myself. Allow me to tell you all the beginning of the story first.I grew up in a very musical inclined family, my dad being a semi-famous percussionist and my mom being a cello player. So of course I grew up around a lot of music. It was my dream to become like my dad, and be a famous percussionist. So it was only natural that on my XXth birthday, he gave me a pair of drumsticks. Sadly, that was the last gift he ever gave me, for he became ill soon after that. He passed.