Ginger
Time passed slowly and he no longer felt the guy plunging in and out of his ass. He slept. The next time Don awoke, he was seated in a wooden chair and dressed again in female lingerie. He wore the same dark hose, the black patent leather heels, the bikini panties, garter belt and flimsy bra with the lifelike silicone forms and rigid n*****s. The weighted breasts seemed much larger and they tugged heavily at his own breast flesh when he moved. Don briefly wondered if the adhesive that held them would ever come off. Was it possible that these artificial t**s were now permanently bonded to his skin? His arms were tied behind the back of the chair and his ankles pulled back and up, tied tightly to the upper part of the rear legs of the chair, widely spreading his legs and exposing his
