With the contest’s outlandish emcee suddenly wrapping up her self-promoting interlude and moving on to humorously introduce them, Kerry found herself only half-hard and in desperate straits indeed. At last she forced herself to take her self-destructive fantasizing from the merely absurd to downright blasphemous and surely irreparable new heights. She knew she was truly condemning herself by this but there seemed to be no other choice.
First Kerry imagined that she was still a he and that it was the young mistress named Amy that he was married to. Beautiful little Amy was even smaller then he was, and she was unfailingly sweet and loving despite her undisputed dominance. They were shut up together in a lavish hotel suite light years away from the sordid motel room his ‘honeymoon’ had occu
