My nipples were hardening through my shirt, showing just how aroused I was. "This needs to come off." I said, tapping the button of her blazer. As sim...le as that, the blazer was off. She was in a plain t-shirt and a black skirt; the one that I favored out of the others. I let my fingers trail their way up her bare legs, as it would be torture to look and not touch. "That too." CJ crossed her arms and lifted her shirt off to reveal a purple bra. Then She pulled at the string of my pajamas. "She swung her feet to the floor. From her bag she retrieved a fresh pair of panties."You're always prepared, aren't you?" Always," she replied.Brad pawed through his drawer for an appropriate shirt. He could hear the shower running in the bathroom.Monica stepped from the bathroom, pulling her fingers through her wet hair. "Brad -- do you have a hair dryer? That's one thing I didn't bring." No ... sorry." I'll just pop next door and see if Lauren has one." She wrapped a towel around herself. "If you came in a few days ago Brenda, I may have been able to give you your penis back, but those hernia patches you say they put in are not removable so your testicles are gone forever. Also, with that tattoo you could never go back to being a man. But I'm afraid you are just going to get used to being a sissy for the rest of your years," she said with a big smile.Brenda started to softly sob when told this. I told her she was acting like a baby not a little sissy gyrl and to stop before I. My mouth suddenly dry, I fell to my knees as if in prayer and managed to ask, "Is this part of the interview?"Her response was to grab me by the back of the head and rake my mouth across her gash. Her copious fluids christened my face and dripped off of my chin. The flavors, the scents, the texture of her soft curls against my cheeks and tongue were beyond description. For the very first time in my life eating pussy was like resting against a cushiony pillow that tickled my nose as it.