For my call boy service contact me at We have women purely for lesbian sex only. This story is fiction, enjoy it.I work the late shift. I hate it for...the most part. But there are a few perks like less traffic on the way home and I get to walk into my bedroom and watch my sexy woman sleep. Sounds weird I know, but there’s nothing quite like waking her up to have sex.I tossed my coat over the back of the couch and made my way into the bedroom. There she was, laying there, the sheets barely. To tell the truth, so was I!I would park down the street and sneak into her back yard, through the back door, and we would fuck in her king sized water bed. One time, her husband came home while I was there. I had to grab my clothes and crawl underneath the headboard, between the bed and the wall! It seemed like I lay there forever before she was able to talk him into going to the store for her. It scared the shit out of me and I swore it was over, but I couldn't resist the call of her naughty. But once a punk has been turned out as a sissy, his owner will give him a "street" name – a female name. And from that point on that sissy will, for all intents and purposes, be a woman. Pinky is 19, but appears to be much younger. “She” has been in prison for almost a year now. “She” has belonged to JJ for most of that time. Pinky’s smooth white skin is covered in prison tats – crude, homemade tattoos. Pinky is what is known in the joint as a “Patch Carrier”, meaning “she” sports “her” man’s. Today he trailed his hand up to her knee. His fingertip contacted the smooth flesh under the hem of her school uniform, but she quickly trapped his hand in hers."Lance! Stop it. You'll wrinkle my dress." He didn't move his hand, his strength easily defeating her. Rebecca stuck out her bottom lip in a fake pout. "We can meet at McPherson's soda counter after school and you can apologize."He laughed. "Yeah, Babe. Whatever you say." Shifting his grip to her wrist, he pulled her across the bench.