" Well, I've had a lot of practice," I said in my girlish voice, whichwas working for me tonight."How long have you been doing this?" You mean meeting...handsome strangers in hotel bars?" No! I mean dressing up as a girl."It was always magic for me, talking to a guy on a date, confiding myinnermost secrets to the only person in the room who had a clue that Iwasn't the pretty woman I appeared to be. "Since I was twelve," I toldhim truthfully."Wow. Are you going to go all the way with this?"He. I spread her cheeks violently wide to open everything up more, her pussy lips parting too. I dig around with my tongue until I find her tiny little pisshole, and I suck and swirl my tongue, tasting the lingering saltiness of piss. I plant my feet on the blankets below for better leverage and thrust my hips up and down rapidly. Her suspended head bouncing freely onto my cock buried deep into her mouth, the tip driving in and out of the entrance of her throat. No gagging, just slopping and. "How dare you!" he stormed at the man. "Let us on about our business. Stand aside, man!"The man in black was unperturbed. "Calm down, Sir. You need not vent so. It will not impress me, and I'm sure the ladies have heard it before. Calm yourself and listen." I shall not, Sir. Stand aside."He turned to Dora then, and grinned again. " Joseph Downard, Ma'am." He tipped his hat. "At your service, so to speak."Lawrence was spitting by this time. "Do not trouble yourself with introductions Mr Downard.. He was controlling and manipulative. Jake was a complete nerd, a gamer, but he had an idea of how he wanted Annabelle to act, dress, and speak. The only way she could do right by him, was when she was doing what he wanted, playing the games that he had been obsessing over for most of his life. Still, no matter what, she always came in second place to a fantasy world and fictional people that only existed on his computer screen. Annabelle spent three years fighting for his attention, not over.