“Come over my boobs” I begged him as I took his shaft in my hand.“Ah, ah, god, you are sexy,” he gasped as his cum shot out of his cock and sp...rayed over my tits.I was surprised at the amount he still could muster considering this was the second time he had come in a short while.“I’ll better clean this up,” I said while smearing his seed over my skin.“You do that; I’ll just have a sit down for now. I feel a bit tired.”I got up and walked to the bathroom where I took a quick shower to get his cum. Itwas pride. I felt a bit of pride in my new body before it was quicklywashed over by my ongoing feelings of humiliation at my diminishment.Lastly, I closed to the mirror and inspected my breasts with a handunder each. Yes, they were large, but perhaps not as much so as I'dinitially thought, not the udders they'd first seemed, hanging from mychest where no such appendage had been before. My reveries andinspection were interrupted by Louis's playful slap of my rear with ayardstick. "Go on to. I can't control what you think, and only a small bit what you feel. Mostly it is a physical reaction I get from my switches." So you didn't make me screw you that night. You didn't force me to do it, but you DID manipulate my body?"I dropped my head in shame, and nodded."And you kept on doing it afterwards?" She was really scratching her hand now, and I realized I hadn't flipped off that switch. She looked grateful as I did, with a mumbled, "Sorry." No. I didn't do it again, but after that. " "And sucked on," I said encouraging my mom's former sugar daddy. "No problem," he said. He lifted me up by my arms and set me in bed next to him. I felt like a little doll boy with a big stud muffin, suddenly. If this is what my mother felt, I understood why she was so unsociable whenever Ron came to visit. She had a real man to satisfy and, now, he was mine, instead of hers. I had already started him off with a really sexy blow job on the living room couch when I deep throated him and.