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    Date: 3/1/2016, Categories: Shemales, Author: Latexslav3, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    Waking up, sometimes, can be rather difficult to do, especially when you know that you were d**gged the night before. Or, at least you HOPE it was only the night before. And this time, it was far worse than the first times. So many things have changed about me from the first time I was d**gged, unwittingly and unwillingly, though as I look back, I can’t really say that I am upset about the outcome of each of these times. Well, I have to admit that I was, kind of, pissed off the first time, as I never really expected something like that. But that was quite some time ago and now, well, I guess it was all for the best. I believe that I probably should tell you the back story of this. My name, many months or maybe years, time seems so odd to me, was Mitchell. As I was growing up, I was a little overweight and as a k**, that wasn’t too terribly bad, except that, well, it caused me to get caught by my mom a couple of times. For you see, I fell in love with her underwear, from her nylon panties to the silky feel of her slips. Okay, I admit that the whole bra thing had me kind of confused at first, but when I started to “borrow” these and then fill them with rolled socks or some of her pantyhose, the idea kind of worked out better. As I look back, I think I started out being one of those transvestites, who dress for the sexual thrill that it brings. And yes, it did bring me thrills, which may have ALSO caused my mom to know it was happening. Why she never told my dad I may never ...
    know, because I swear that he would have spanked me or whipped me with his belt. Of course, now a days, you have to pay GOOD money for that! But my mom never really punished me, though I did end up in front of her wearing her underwear on a couple of occasions and, in time, I did do my best to replace that which I admittedly ruined through my “thrill” but I always loved how they felt on me. However, that whole pantyhose thing, well, I guess that the Playboy and Penthouse picks with women in stockings was a greater thrill and shaped my preferences, though I did and do understand the thought behind pantyhose. However, as I got older, I started to notice that if I wanted to wear the nice stuff, not just the undies but the clothing, which I was starting to enjoy doing, I was going to have to do something about my weight. Thus, it was time to join a club or something and start working out. That was a little difficult, as the good classes were practically all women and the woman running the class, Natalia, seemed like an iron clad, well maybe lycra clad would be more appropriate. But as I watched one of the beginner classes, I saw that there were men in the class, in the back, but working hard to keep up, though one could imagine where their thoughts were on occasion, just by looking at their shorts and the tightness in them. And I do admit, there were some really good looking women in the class, and Natalia was not exactly some dog off her leash. When I went to the desk, they told me ...
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