Although it would betotally humiliating (which I assume was the point) I could put myself onautopilot with the right sexbot subroutine.But first I nee...ed to do a little shopping.Contrary to what you might have heard about the hedonistic nature of oursociety, finding fishnet stockings and the right lingeree in the beachcommunity proved infuriating futile. And the online stores couldn'tdeliver for two days. I started to hyperventilate. I had to do this thingtonight. I finally found what I needed. I always regretted calling you a sissy because I saw that it hurt you.The day that you wore tights for the first time you were the one whomade the comment about glossy tights and heels and calling yourself asissy. I swore to myself that day that I would never call you thatagain unless you said it. But I never forgot what you said." I loved what we were doing and have done since then. I am so proud ofyou and your openness and willingness to experiment. I know that yousometimes think that it. ”“Well, she’ll need to find a different instrument to play,” I replied with a smirk. “You know darn well that’s not my type.”Clarissa laughed, “Cute! Too much like Milena?”“Not by the time we actually got together,” I replied. “By the time of the threesome, Milena had already changed. And what’s with you encouraging me to be with other girls? Are you trying to push me away?”“No! I was teasing about Rebekah. I do think you should get to know Kimiko.”“I still have to decide what to do about. Roughly, she turned me over, pushing me into the mattress with her weight, her strength fueled by lust.‘Don’t move!’ she commanded, and I obeyed, laying there, her legs straddling my waist, the warm wetness of her pussy rubbing against the small of my back as she reached drew her nails over my shoulder blades, leaving marks without breaking the skin. I fought the need to squirm, the panic in my chest that turned my instincts into those of an animal. Biting the bed coverings, I lay there,.