Vo mere home ke pash me hi rehti thi hamre family me relation a6e the me hmeshe try krta tha ki me ushe bat kr saku vo bhi muj she bat krti thi ek din...ki batHe me apni chat par betha tha tabhi mene dekha ki vo bhahar se apne home ayi uske room ki window khuli thi to usko ye pata nahi tha vo ake apne kapde badlane lagi pahle usne apne t-shirt utari usne black colour ki bra paheni thi uske bad usne apni pent utar ne lagi jasje hi usne pent ghutne tak utari tabhi uuska dhyan mere par pada me use. "Go!" she yelled. I pressed my feet against the other woman's, pushing my body away from her. I immediately felt the tug of the string on my pussy, the first bead straining to escape. I clenched my cunt as tight as I could. There were shouts of encouragement, and cheers as the blonde woman's pussy gave up each bead. Finally, I felt the string go limp and sat up, a triumphant grin on my face. The referee handed me a nipple clamp. I shuffled up to my opponent, who offered her un-clamped breast. I. One might say it was the best of both worlds. Eventually I did Fiona’s program. That was the real eye opener and finally I felt complete. Having dressed full time as a female since I was 22, I find no one suspects anything now. Being bisexual I have no desire to transition completely. It’s not as difficult to find relationships as you might imagine. Most of my partners relish the fact that I bring a little something extra to the bedroom. Anyway, at the end of summer last year I found. Rousing the girl from sleep would mean shaking her awake. It’s okay, Eldrian told himself. She’s in control. She likes me. He tiptoed towards her bed, still afraid that someone on the floors below might hear somehow. Black hair lay curtained upon the girl’s pillow and inky occumarks stared blindly up at him. Apart from her being horizontal, she looked hardly different than when awake. Eldrian’s hand slid forwards, aimed at her shoulder. He gave her the faintest prod he could imagine..