There was no need for rushing for fear of being caught. She could spend the time to enjoy this and she intended to but she also intended to make this...awesome for him and herself. She wasn’t hiding, anymore. She was in a room with two other people who were enjoying the same thing ... and one was her mom ... her real mom.She didn’t look back, but she heard the sounds of similar activity from her mom and Tomas. How different this was from her previous life but this was home, it felt so right. All these lonely, desperate "beta" males posting captions aboutfeminization. So many of them seeking guidance. And so many fantasies!Along the way I stumbled upon related blogs by financial dommes whoclearly took advantage of sissies on a regular basis. Soliciting huge"tributes" for little or nothing in return: a picture of paintedtoenails or feet, a fake picture of some anonymous model, a photo ofsoiled panties. It was very obvious to me that many of these women werejust men ripping of horny. I sat on the bed watching Ellen's tits jiggle as Marty jack hammered into her squishy snatch. I wanted to get a better view of the action, so I laid down and scooted under Ellen, working my head between her thighs. She shifted her thighs apart to give me greater access, and then sucked my prick into her mouth. For the first time in my life, I had a close-up view of a cock fucking a cunt.I was so close that I could hear the wet sucking sounds of her cunt and felt the juices spray my face with. There were more of my kinks going on here than I knew what to do with. I love submissive women (we’ll get back to what that means in terms of my relationship with Jessica later), I love girls on their knees, I have a thing for stockings (thigh highs for preference, but really anything that does that magic transforming trick from silk or nylon to bare flesh high on the thigh), and it is one of my major things when a woman wears high heels in bed. Why’ Because if she is wearing heels, there’s no.