The Making of a Sissy Part 4 Total Submission
As I made my way upstairs, the house was filled with silence. It was almost as if the pounding Sam had given me the night before had deafened me, and my ears were practically ringing as I dizzily wandered into the kitchen for breakfast. I still had my panties on from last night, pulled up tightly under my shorts, wedged into my soft ass and capturing what remains of his semen that were still trying to leak out. He was changing me, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I made myself a...