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Then again, just before the close of business. Another paper on his desk. “Do you even want this job, peanut?” Grant demanded. “I can just dump your sissy ass back out on the street. Do you want that?” The man asked sternly. Ian just shook his head. Tears in his eyes, not able to trust his voice. “Repeat after me: I’m a sissy, fluffer and my wife deserves better cock than my peanut bump.” With horror at what he was doing, Ian’s mouth opened. “I...I’m a sissy...sissy fluffer. My wife deserves better cock than my Big Tits peanut.” Grant was nodding along. “Your nothing Webcams peanut bump. Say it.” “I...I have a nothing peanut bump.” Ian admitted obediently. “Great. Hey buddy. I forgive you. But you need to go home and decide if you really need this job.” He did go home that night. He really didn’t have a choice. He had been sending out resumes, but received no interest. That night he thought he would have a problem getting hard again, but he didn’t. His little dick was hard as a rock when he went down flashing on his wife. Though he couldn’t get Grant’s words out of his head. They repeated over and over, especially the bit he forced Ian to say. His little penis throbbed with each mental repeat. ’Im a sissy fluffer. I have a little peanut bump.’ The verbal insults continued the rest of the week. “Well, how's it much Big Tits different to pee on a stick?” she asked. FIRST YEAR AT THE ‘DUB’: He preferred to make no further interaction with the submissives flashing he had broken in after this point onwards. I calmed myself a bit then finally just texted her “wow…wow…wow… how did it taste?” I stared at the screen of the phone until I got her reply “Not bad, it took me hours to finally do it. I had to be a virgin. I wondered if this is for one setting or for 5 days. I just didn’t think you would go for it. “Oh, yes, President Futa, I'm going to cum!” "Thanks! I've done it with my boyfriend so I'm not a virgin. Her son, Todd tells her the extra pounds give her a more curvaceous body that is sexier and more attractive than her slimmer figure. “So guess what.” She said giddily as she led me down the hall. She’s half Italian, like me, and half Spanish, Webcams not like me. Her skin color wavers from a light white to a nice olive. I opened my toys drawer and said, After a pause, Taylor nodded and for some reason she apologizes to me. I worried that I had ruined it, but quickly said, “You don’t have to say you’re sorry, okay.” Elunaraa could barely contain her outrage, keeping it tempered only through her fear of the Broken and the situation. “I do!” he grunted, hammering me so hard.