"I'm going to come here everyday and allow you to worship my dick," he said. "Would you like that baby?" I nodded again. "I will call you baby and you... will call me Daddy?"I nodded again. "Good now I am going to fuck you baby. Just like I did Lisa. Turn around and get on you hands and knees."I did as he directed and then felt his huge penis trying to enter me. He struggled until he could force it into me. I was suddenly full but stretched painfully. Then he began an in and out rhythm. I screamed. "What the fuck do we do?" asked Tracey. "And where's Sharon?" It's best not to worry about her," Buttercup replied, wiping traces of Sharon's vaginal juices from her lips. "We're in real enough trouble ourselves." Do you think she's been killed? Oh fuck! What do we do?" We try and get as far away as we can." What the fuck do you mean?"Buttercup gazed into Tracey's face and frowned. "This is a war zone. People get killed. We could get killed. We've got to get out of here!"Tracey nodded, and. I resisted but finally allowed them to do it. They made me sat on stool and all girls just surrounded me. They were applying lots of cream, lipsticks and God knows what on my face. One girl bought hair extension. After one hour they showed me final result. I didn’t trust my eyes. In mirror, I saw beautiful girl. I was smiling and shying as girls started “woo-ing” at me. After this we were hungry, so we went to have dinner. I kept my makeup as girls requested me to keep it on. I was wearing. I told her I always wanted to feel her big breasts.She looked at me strangely saying it wouldn't be right. You're a married man and I am wife and mother.I'm dying Margaret, no one will ever know please let me see them. It's my dying wish. I reached up and started to squeeze them on the dance floor.Margaret said, "Not here Steve. Everyone will see."I knew she would let me, I was dying and it was my last wish. I backed her into one of the bedrooms and unbuttoned the top four buttons on her dress..