So I set up my own Tumblrblog. I had no idea what I was doing but I figured that since I was areal woman I would have an edge on all the fakers out th...re. OvernightI became Princess Megan, trainer of sissies. I didn't even ask formoney. I just did it for fun at first. And boy, did I learn a lot! Ikept all of this a secret from Paul. It was just so entertaining andeducational. Within days of setting up my blog I was swamped withmessages. Pleading and begging sissies hungry for female attention. The vision impaired girl hesitantly spread her knees to allow him access to her needy feminine folds. The impatient dog used his front paws to nudge her over on her side and present her haunches to his male equipment already rising to the task of impalement sooner rather than later.The dog paused to ready the young girl’s secret place with his demanding tongue. She gasped as the long, wet thing licked and entered into her vaginal slit with relentless force that could not be denied at this point. She whimpered against his lips, her hands gripping his shoulders. She panted when he released her lips, his arm wrapping around her lower back, pulling her down further so he could worship her breasts. She choked out a cry, her arms beginning to shake with the effort of holding herself up. In the other room, Langdon’s phone rang loudly, startling her as her head shot up. Connor growled, rolling her beneath him. ‘Let it go to voicemail.’ He took up a leisurely pace, drawing slowly and almost. "I called Mona back, "I don't care how many there are. If their money is good, I'll pull the train."The next day I gave the guys the directions on how to get to Mona's and they took off. I decided to stop for a beer on the way home and was surprised to see Mona sitting at the bar - she was falling down drunk. I sat down next to her at the bar and said:"What are you doing here? You were supposed to meet some guys at your place."Mona looked at me with bleary eyes, "Today? I thought it was.