Son tied his mother’s hands, gagged her, and fucked her “This is the preliminary draft. As he walked away, I slid my hand up Ralph’s thigh, resting on the bulge I could feel growing in his slacks. I giggled and danced around the office for a few minutes before I grabbed a few boxes and emptied my work-space. As Ralph placed the order for our drinks, I looked around the room, noticing that there were quite a few people in the restaurant, but everyone was talking quietly. Ralph, for his part, kept both hands firmly around his drink, sipping it occasionally and making small sounds like he was actually paying attention to what was happening above the tablecloth. No hard feelings, no foul. There are also provisions there for full gender reassignment, if you choose, or assistance for ‘dual identity.'”
I stopped half way to reaching for the packet. Any of this. I dressed as Christina and went into the office. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. We had been let off in a large living room, couches arranged in a conversation nook around a coffee table. It was almost as long as my forearm, and thick enough that I had to stretch my mouth to get around the head. “It is only for David, Gail, and me to use. I brushed my hair back over my ear nervously. I had every opportunity to say, ‘No,’ but I didn’t.
