Her hand slipped under the elastic waistband of my lacy knickers and began rubbing my ass. I wrapped my thigh round her tighter and she pushed her thi...h into my crotch. I could tell I had already soaked my knickers with my wetness and knew she could feel it on her. “These need to come off,” she said while tugging my panties. I rolled onto my back and raised my bum as Frankie pulled my underwear off and tossed it onto the now complete bundle of clothes on the floor. I don’t know if the all the. I stood up and dropped my pants to the floor. I climbed up on the bed with them. Candy felt the bed move and stopped and looked back and smiled. Then she put David's cock back in her mouth and went back to work. I got behind her and grabbed her by the hips. She spread her legs a little and the tip of my 8" cock found the wet opening to her cunt. I held her hips and slammed myself fully into her soaking wet but tight young cunt. She moaned around David's cock but never lost her rhythm. . I am forever elusive, even to myself. Constant oscillation, and the whirlwind makes its appearance again. Who am I beneath this skin and these bones that seemingly link me to others around me? Who do they know resides there? It excites me to entertain these thoughts. But I am lost. Lost in a conscious way. Lost in an “I am not lost” way. I met my Master in the flesh this week. I grew more aware with the subjugation of every logical thought that had tried to rush through my head. There was. I locked myself in a stall inthe ladies' room, trying not to cry and mostly succeeding.I reminded myself that Brock didn't know Lisa, that it was a freshstart for me, but I couldn't overcome my fear that it would be likewhen I worked for him as a man, or worse. He would sneer at me,denigrate me, undermine my status, and there was no way I could resisthim physically, mentally or emotionally.Dressed as a woman, I was far more vulnerable. In my tight skirt andheels, I couldn't run from him, I.