. I saw you do things, Fiona.”“Aye. Ye’ll ... get to see more ... in a moment.”Wonderful. Fucking wonderful.He supported the girl as best he c...ould. She managed a step, and then another, and her clothes shifted as she moved her hands in ways he couldn’t see. He could hear the drip of blood against the concrete beneath them, and each made his muscle tense and heart ache. Girl was going to die, and—Something wet soaked through his shoes, his nice shoes too. He almost laughed at the concern, and. It hurtlike hell. Slowly I touched them again. Still it felt as if my skin wereon fire. Not only sensitive like raw, but like I had got a beating witha cane all night long. I should know how that feels like. My dad triedto make me a man by dancing a cane over my buttocks for some years. Butthat only pushed me farther down pansy road or towards wanting to be agirl.GIRL!?!!?! Maybe I was a girl now!?!? If breasts could grow over nightwhy shouldn't wieners vanish magically as well? My expecting. After blindfolding her, she wasn’t aware which body part of her would next be explored and how. So, I got two feathers from her drawers, I had asked to get them earlier and was simultaneously rubbing her nipples and navel area with them. She was moving but wasn’t completely able to do as whenever she would move, she would tend to lose her balance and would end up just being swung in the air. then, in between, I would also suck her nipples and bite them hard and would also do the same to her. ”“You may be right about that. We are going to share this going forward, right?”Curious to see where this conversation might lead, I didn’t butt in; besides, as I’d shown, I was really not at my most articulate with a mouthful of pussy.As Lynn continued to rub her wet sex into my face, she responded, “Maybe. That will be up to Tim, I guess, because as much fun as this is, we can’t keep him tied up as our sex slave forever.”“Why not? I don’t think he’d object too much.”At that moment in time,.