She squeezes gently, first one and then the other - again and again. It is so lovely to feel! I am thinking: “Maybe these women can bring me to an o...gasm!”In the meantime, Joan’s tongue is getting very intentional in her efforts to arouse me. She glides her tongue along side the outer folds of my swollen womanhood. It is so nicely sensitive there. She also places a hand under my behind and begins to feather the cluster of my back hole. I involuntarily move my hips as she moves about with her. "I've put your clothing for the day on your bed, sweetheart. I'm sure itwon't surprise you what you'll be wearing for the day." "I think you'regoing to have a wonderful 'sissy day' just like I've been reading in allthose stories from 'Fictionmania.' I wished you'd told me how much youenjoyed doing the 'women's work' around the home, dear. So today, you'llbe doing 'women's work' all day. Doesn't that sound like fun?I went to the guest room and found a maid's outfit lying on the bed."Isn't it. A pillow is put under by ass, I am sure for better access. Soon, a dildo is shoved in my pussy. I am told to keep it there, or else. Soon I hear a knock on the door, and then many voices as the door is opened and my customers walk in. I cant tell how many there are, but it really doesnt matter. I hear my pimp welcome them and tell them that I have been paid a very generous sum to be their completely submissive whore slut for the night. They can do anything they want to me until 8:00 AM. He. What had we been thinking that night when we were tormenting Jessie? I was just one more hurtful male in the long string of hurtful males to infest Jessie Ferns life. Doug and I hadn't been the cure; we had been part of the problem. Suddenly I felt sick to my stomach. I had stood by and cheered while my friend had raped an innocent girl - all in the name of God. It was so clear to me now how wrong I had been, why wasn't it clear last night?I stood and walked over to the magazine rack, expecting.