I found the following exchange very amusing and thought to share it with you. Sissy…entry after his second session… 2 hours later and i now realiz... you are even more cruel and wicked then i realized during the first session. Reflecting on the session i realize that you did truly treat me as a menial sissy object and nothing more. The entire time there i did nothing but menial chores in my itchy sissy outfit. Mistress did not pay the slightest attention to me other than to give me orders. i. Sheri leafed through magazine with interest, stopping at a page with an article entitled, 'What French Women are Wearing to Parties Next Fall', by Hilda Honeycutt Hegg."That's Hilda. She sent me the magazine," I said, surprised that I had missed the article while looking for the ideal dress for Kelley."You know her? She's beautiful," she said, pointing to a small photograph of Hilda."I'm a friend of her cousin. They're almost identical," I said, taking a closer look at the photo and agreeing. Reminding Lauren that they were naked together. Her pussy let off another surge of heat. ‘Not unless it’s okay to fuck a Godmother. That woman’s hot!’ ‘You… you and Kay?’ ‘Sensational,’ the exotic beauty answered, leaning forward to run the tip of her tongue across Lauren’s lips. The blonde gasped, although didn’t pull away. Some part of her had been waiting for this since the moment they set down in Las Vegas. She felt Rachal’s hands on her hips, pulling her closer. She opened her mouth to. When he told her what he saw, he heard her use a Romanian phrase for changing identities and bodies — ‘Organismele de schimbare,’ she chanted along with other words and phrases he didn’t understand — recognize. At first he was a third-party observer to the scene unfolding when suddenly he became Alexis. He began to feel things no male could possibly feel — becoming aware of an unfamiliar desire between his legs. He saw the male vampire was a version of himself — probably the vampire he’d.