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  • She always wore sexy outfits she was always willing to talk to them. In truth she craved male companionship so even these two jocks were fun to talk to. During the week Toby would get pushed around by these two stars, when he complained to the coach he was told, “Man up boy”! He hated the way they pushed him around but there seemed to be nothing he could do about it. Cal grabbed Toby after class, “hey girly is MILF mom coming to practice this afternoon”? Toby looked at Cal, “she said if nothing was going on at work, she’d try to show up why”? Cal smiled at him “well jerk off we love watching her tit bounce as she waves to you”. Toby got anger “don’t talk about her that was or else”. Cal looked directly into his eyes “or else what”? He thought for a minute “I’ll tell coach”. Joe came up to the “hey Joe the nerd is going to tell coach we like watching his mom’s tits bounce”. Joe looked sternly at Toby, “does getting the shit beaten out of you every day appeal to you nerd”? Toby looked at Joe, he realized he wasn’t kidding “no I’m sorry if you like watching her tits bounce I guess its ok”. “She has a great ass too, right Cal” said Joe. Cal shook his head “she sure does bet she is one great fuck”! Both guys looked at Toby Cal was first to speak “were going to fuck her so get used to it girl boy, or else”. Before Toby could respond Joe punched him in the chest, “that was a Transsexual reminder of what will happen if you’re not doing what we tell you”. Toby was coughing, his chest really hurt, Joe hadn’t tried to hit him hard so he figures better keep quiet or else. The two walked away laughing about Toby but once out of his earshot they were talking about the MILF and the best was to handle her if big they got the opportunity. Practice was always at least two hours so if they could figure a way to get her to party with them they’d have time. Shemales Toby went to practice; the teams two super stars were not there. His mom wasn’t there either, so he figured she was stuck at work. When practice ended he waited for her for a half hour, he ladyboy called her cell, but it went to voice mail he figured she was busy, so he walked home which took almost 45 minutes. As he turned on his street he saw her car in the driveway, he walked in. She was in her bedroom in the shower, so he went to shower before dinner. Kelly was in a very good mood they are she was telling him about her work the big project which was coming up. She knew there may be times she would be working late, she quite possibly may even have to run Tranny out for a few hours to handle an important issue in the evening. Toby nodded he understood all he could think about was his chest hurt from the punch he had received from Joe. Those guys were turning into bullies and he was powerless to do anything about it. After dinner while Kelly cleaned up Toby went to his room, he opened his computer and went on line. He noticed an email from Cal, what the hell could he want to send me via email and how did he get my address went through his mind. At first, he considered deleting it, but he didn’t want to risk another punch in the chest or possibly worse, so he opened it. Cal was smiling at him as he hit play the sound came on Cal spoke to him, “ok looser here’s something we thought you may want to see it’s a bit long so after you’ve finished it email me with your feelings”. It didn’t make sense to Toby, but he thought let’s see what the jock wants. He hit the link after a few seconds he saw Cal, Joe and his mom in the back of her minivan. The picture was crystal clear, she was giggling “I don’t think I should smoke this stuff with you guys Cal”. “Come on Kelly we’ll have a few laughs then we’ll be on our way in an hour”, Joe chimed in “besides your really hot we like looking at you”. She took several drags, coughed a little then took a couple more. All three were getting stoned quickly, while they smoked there was little conversation. Joe finished first as Kelly and Cal were still smoking. Joe looked at Kelly, “Kelly you are a very hot bitch we’d love to see you in just bra and panties”! She went wide eyed at the comment, Cal jumped in “yeah Kelly it would be great”! Eventually when her need became almost After about 10 minutes of going up and down Jon got out and told me that we were getting into the Jacuzzi. His name is Lt. Paul Flanagan.” The Jacuzzi was nice, Tranny we stayed in there for ages and Jon told me to take the bottoms off and put them on the side for everyone to see. But just as Scott was about to place a hand on her cheek to draw her closer, Chin-sun pulled back all of a sudden. This is Megan. Let me do it now. It flinched, head twisting. “Oh, I’ll never be able to get off from just that.” I said, hoping she’d come back with renewed fervor. It took a couple of minutes to get myself right down so that my clit was resting on the upturned scrubbing brush then I switched it on and rode it to the end of a another orgasm. Richard shuddered and groaned. Only as they bowed down to us they were now facing away from the basin. Suddenly, a shot rang out and a body fell to the ladyboy ground with a thump. The smooth curve of her bent leg blended into her tightly rounded buttock. Amelia was ready to interview me. The woman would, on live TV, try to resist big Shemales the urge to have sex with me. At least, he hoped that was what he was supposed to be doing. I sighed, basking in this bittersweet feeling for a moment before heading inside. “Don’t stop baby. Stephen had never cum so much nor cum so hard. "I want the rest of your sperm inside my PUSSY. “Mmm, let see who we got...” As Juniper stripped naked, I pulled out a blank paper. She Transsexual screams, calls me names, and hits me over and over as I try to calm her. My wife's sleeping hand brushed my forearm. Her cunt squeezed around my dick.
  • Gripping the far end of the pole firmly in his big muscular hands, the guard drops this noose end over my head. When he operates it I discover the pole is hollow and the leather threads adjustably through it, for the band is suddenly pulled tight about my throat, pinning my neck against the end of the metal rod. “Come,” I am ordered. They don’t need to command me, for by means of the pole securing my throat they can control my movements easily. My neck is high enough above my body’s center of gravity that I have to walk wherever they lead me or risk overbalancing. I can’t use my hands to break a tumble while they’re shackled behind me, so a fall would be painful. So steering me by means of the metal pole I am driven along the corridor, like I’m a dangerous dog that has to be kept at bay rather than a human being with thoughts and feelings. The leather is pinched tight enough to restrict my windpipe, Tranny and I have ladyboy to gasp as I’m herded through the maze of passages that make up the fort. Through the high windows I see open blue sky. It’s oppressively hot, inside and out. Days of idly anticipating being processed haven’t made this moment easier, and my heart is racing. My mind fills with the vision of what awaits me. I can’t decide now if I dread the mark or the implant more. Yes the Transsexual brand is a signal to the world I can never rub away, but the implant will change my very soul. The guards propel me in front of them, using the noose that chokes my breath. I quickly learn why they are taking pains to drive me so degradingly, for the two men freely discuss it. They want to watch my body while I walk. As I stumble along in misery, I must listen to them converse easily with each other. “This girl has a nice ass,” one of them comments. “Look at the way she moves.” Actually I had been trying to keep upright and not trying to walk in a provocative manner at all, but the natural gait that a female figure such as mine provides means I’m cursed to do so anyway. “I’m looking forward to seeing this one taken,” one says to the other. “I bet she’s going to be a fighter. I love it when the ones who resist lose.” My face burns with emotion, anger, humiliation, but rising to this hazing will only earn me trouble, so I make no response and remain silent at this news, staring ahead down the corridor. No doubt the guards are not alone in their anticipation of my failure, and if I were to seek revenge on every man looking forward to see me demeaned and tortured, I’d have to punish almost half the galaxy. “She might not lose. What happens if she’s the winner?” the other one asks. I sense the first one shake his head. “The bounty hunter will win,” he says. “I have fifty credits on her. Born survivor, that one.” The corridor we move along must be near the outer edge of the building than Shemales my cell, for the desert heat beats through the walls at us even more intensely. Before we’ve gone far I’m starting to sweat. The room where my escorts soon deliver me is a surgery, just as I’d feared. I see shelves of medical instruments and bottles of pills and colored liquids. Surely they can’t all have a purpose? What can all of these do? The doctor given the task of processing me is waiting, seated in a swivel chair, dressed in a white laboratory coat that makes him look like a medic. He is a young fellow with a tidy beard, and doesn’t have the hard face of most of the Slavers. At the sight of him briefly my spirits lift. Perhaps I have a chance at persuading him to be kind to me. But then, my eyes lower to the chair meant for me. It looks like a mount for a gynecological procedure. I will rest back in a reclined position. There are padded supports for propping up the patient’s legs and feet, but I see these supports are as wide apart as stirrups to allow the doctor easy access to my genitals. The seat is fitted with restraints – thick leather bracelets. Whatever happens to people in this chair, it must be unpleasant enough that they’ll struggle. “Over to the chair, Melena,” the doctor says, but it is a pointless request for I am propelled across by my neck before there is time to comply anyway. In this room there are three men bullying one shackled woman, one shackled and leashed woman on a world where females are not permitted to leave or move without their owners’ permission. So yet again I offer no resistance during the short moment when my binders are unlocked and my wrists are free. Lick it, please. He gets up and takes a Shemales slice of the lemon crème big cake and gets me a slice of carrot cake with the crème cheese frosting. Yes, yes, just suck on my clit!” “Is that ok honey?” “Thank you, Mistress.” There was cops all over, so I grabbed a couple of bears and some flowers and walked down the hall to their rooms, the cops said this Is a restricted area sir. The sexually troubled mother managed to mutter, “No milk will come out now Binu”. 'You belong to me now'. Brian laughed. Every time something had occurred to her over the years, even random things like 'who owned the flat in Covent Garden?' to 'why three passports?, who the hell are you?' with the last question underlined and in heavy capitals, 'pregnant?'.' Sarah added another question in her neat handwriting, 'and how did you know about this list?' before folding it back up and putting it away as her brain whirred at high speed planning what was going to ladyboy happen next. In my fury, I climaxed behind her release, as with my last thrust, I collapsed onto her shining body. My heart beat faster and faster. He never touched it though. I could tell he was no amateur pussy eater because he knew exactly what he was doing. I tried to keep the discovery from Kristen, but it Transsexual didn’t take long for her to notice my gaze. Another turn and she whimpered in pain. She sighed. She cast the spell and Michael lost his wand. I snickered Tranny with a shiver.