She even did her cutesy baby voice for me and I admit it was funny but hardly sexy.“I guess being a Little is just roleplaying, Sir. I pretend to be...a baby and guys tip me. Sometimes I am a brat and sometimes I am a sweety but that isn’t the real me at all when I am a Little,” she explained.I asked her why she agrees to it and what she gets out of it.“Paying the rent, Sir” she admitted. I asked her besides the obvious survival aspect. “I do what turns people on. I get off giving pleasure even. Paula Eagen? Not her! "Good Afternoon Eric. Are you prepared for your defeat?" "Do your worst Vixen. You know whenever we have come to hand to hand combat I have always been the victor." "Oh I don't plan to fight you Eric. I plan to be you." With that she raised a small devise in the palm of her hand and pressed its button. Eric felt a wave of disorientation hit him and as he got over it he realised to his horror he was looking back at his own body grinning with his own wicked smile.. As we did deep tongue kissing.She was holding my cock in her hands, guiding me to her pussy, I gently inserted the tip inside her...it was tight, going deeper she moaned loud, holding to my arm. I pulled it out and thrusted it back inside. Her pussy was tight, like grabbing my cock with her pussy walls, but her juices acted as lubricant..I lifted her up from her thighs, her hands around my neck and I started fucking her...going deeper and faster with every stroke, she moaned louder.We kept. " I hope not." Though a few thousand in England and Wales are given it involuntary eachyear." Yikes."There was a moment of silence and I saw the anxiety on Stacy's face."It'll be okay," I said reaching across."I'm sure it will be," she replied trying to smile."I'll be with you. I doubt I'll be allowed to be with you while you havethe operation, but I will be as close as I can." Thanks," she said squeezing my hand.There was a knock on the door and Sally came in, dragging in a trolley."Stacy,.