That looks divine. A little too much hair but I’ll get Vanessa to sort that little detail out”You whimper as I pull the panties down your legs an... rip them free. You slump to the mattress trying to give yourself a little dignity. I move around to your back and will one arm around your waist I force your panties deep into your mouth. You struggle at first but realise you are fighting a losing battle. You hear unmistakable sound of duct tape being pulled from a roll. Vanessa places the edge. She approached me and caressed my hardening cock over my pants. “Yes Jerry, I am a woman, in every sense of the word, but there is more to me as well” “What do you mean?” thinking to myself, ‘where is she going with this,’ as I reached up and started to caress her tits. “Jerry, I will please you and make you happier than any other woman would, but I am not sure if you know everything about me. Jerry, are you aware that I am a she male? I want to suck your cock more than anything right now baby,. He grabbed the end of the rope and pulled it until she complied, moving her to the chair. “Bend over the chair.” He pulled the rope to the bottom of the chair as she did as he ordered.Her short skirt rode up until her panties weren’t even covered by it, her head bowed over subserviently, Michael tying the rope to the bottom rung of the chair. The back of the chair was across her hips and middle, her feet no longer touching the ground as he yanked the rope holding her arms and tied it to the. What's your real name?" Gordon Bruce Andrews," I said in as thick a Scottish brogue as I could imitate."I wonder if we're related?" she asked."How so?" Fiona Aileen Alexander, great granddaughter of Fiona Aileen McGregor of Kilmarnock, Scotland." Not too likely," I said, idly stroking a breast. "Gordon Hamish Andrews, my grandfather, was from Aberdeen. That's some distance away I think." Well, we've both got oatmeal in our blood, so maybe that's why we're so compatible." I was always told it.