He seriously wished that hecould die. What was next-a nightgown? Naturally, since he was beingtreated as a girl, and that's what girls slept in. Yu...k. He saw thedispenser of feminine products on the wall and gave thanks that since hewas really a male, he wouldn't ever have a need for them. Or so hehoped. Given how weird his mother, aunt and cousins were acting aboutall of this, who knew what they had planned for him? He'd heard ofseveral famous transgender individuals, including a german. A long, callused finger slid inside me, another joined it, and began this teasing dance of stroking and twisting that had me writhing impatiently. His fingers suddenly disappeared, and I wanted to cry, and when they were replaced by a long swipe of his tongue, my body convulsed in pure pleasure.He was a sensual tormenter par-excellence, switching between his fingers and tongue and bringing me close, oh so close but refusing to let me fall over the edge of the cliff. Time and time again, he’d. “That's too personal.” He smiled. Taking my left nipple between his right thumb and forefinger he squeezed until I moaned in pleasure. “ Damn her,” I said. “I feel so naked.” “ You are naked,” He said. “ You know what I mean,” I said. “I feel like I have no secrets, that you already know everytthing about me.” His lips brushed mine, and I melted into his kiss. He put his hand on my leg and gently trailed it along the soft flesh of my inner thigh. She'd told him everything he needed to know. In the meantime, her computer was playing images of women struggling in bondage or cumming with various toys - and of course - the sounds of whimpers, sighs and orgasmic release constantly played.Linda most definitely didn't get bored. Her clitty was already begging relief before she even started, and now, she had audio, visual and physical stimulation that wouldn't stop. She was so horny. Every movement added. Her shirt teased her nipples, the benwa balls added tiny vibrations, the crotch.