She was wearing a gray CU sweatshirt and tight blue jeans that hugged her hips. Around her neck, she wore a gold St. Christopher medal. Megan wasn't...religious but she still felt safe whenever she wore it. She knew St. Christopher would always protect her from whatever troubles life had to offer. She turned on the lights and closed the door behindher. As she looked over her sparsely furnished living room, she shuddered as a cold breeze hit her body. Where the Hell was that coming. I slid in three fingers, moving them all around and in circles, then all four, moving them in a waving motion. She was screaming in pleasure. She came all over my hand and face, her pussy shot out cum. I licked my fingers.Then, it was Sapna’s turn. She stood up as me and Dipika both knelt before her, I was sucking her vagina and Dipika was sucking her clit. Then, it got a little crowded so I moved my mouth to her taint, licking and kissing it. Then to her butthole. She starting screaming in. Brad doesn't sissy have pretty littlefeet and shoes? You see sissy Brad thinks they are cute and earliertoday you said they hurt your feet. It is worth it to have somediscomfort for a handsome man to notice your shoes isn't it sissy? Ohdon't be shy sissy cuck show Brad how flattered you are. Well you couldgive his big shoes a little kiss. Oh cucky we are not laughing we are just enjoying. Brad you sit overhere so we can all watch while cucky works on your feet. Cucky you knowwhat they say about. I mean I don't seem that unusual on the outside but on the inside I know I am wired very differently than most males, a fact the I am beginning to enjoy even more. I have been a closeted cross dresser for as long as I can remember and I have not given that much thought until recently. I must have had some suppressed memories that are beginning to unfold which indicates there is a reason why I am the way I am. I came from a normal family, I was an only c***d and my dad was an over the road truck.