I looked down and saw the university'slogo, but also saw "Sissy Supporter" embroidered under it. I stood up andstepped into the skirt, pulling it up t... my waist. As I zipped it up, Icould feel my clitty twitch in its cage as I saw how cute I looked withthe short skirt and my red fishnets. I set the pair of red platform heelsdown on the floor and gently slipped my feet into them. I know that realcheerleaders would never be caught wearing these shoes, but they wereperfect for sissies like me. . His gifts were bullshit, his new girlfriend was bullshit, his love was bullshit. All of it.Infuriated and irrational, she huffed and chucked her phone at the plant, shattering the little clay pot. Soil spilled over her desk and the flower wilted slightly, and she suddenly felt bad for it. The poor thing didn’t deserve that. She stood up, scooping the flower up gently with a handful of soil to protect its roots - and immediately dropped it, her heart pounding.Was it just her imagination,. .. forty five?... fifty? She needs more than she's getting at home." Aye, Madam Bronwen! I fuck her as often as I can, but she is a minx. I give her everything she asks and keep her at home as much as I dare. What else can I do?" Take one of these tonight," Bronwen smiled shaking a large blue pill from a Viagra bottle, "and call me in the morning." With that she walked back through the invisible wall into the room with Chaucer and me."Anachronism! Deus ex machina!" Janey tried to interject from. I would've thought Adam had done enough to shake off his dick, but he appeared to be milking out the last drops. Slowly. Eventually, my self-control cracked and I took a quick peak at his downstairs region. The milking was clearly pleasurable because Adam's cock had flooded with blood, increasing noticeably in size and (somehow) thickness. It took an embarrassingly long time, but eventually I managed a muttered apology and left the room. I couldn't bring myself to make eye contact with him..