I’d gone over to the other side yet I viewed myself as simply a heterosexual girl, who was dating a hetero guy.I found being a man’s girlfriend an... lover was a far better experience than I could have ever dreamed! I loved everything about being submissive and being a pleaser for a man. Being made love to by a man validated my feminine persona and inner woman more than anything on the planet.As good as my life was in the role of being a man’s mistress, it soon became very complicated. He was. She molded them into perfect ovals and got them ready to unload.Linda continued to massage his balls squeezing and manipulating them until she noticed his cock head straining, and very purple, pre cum flowing from its gaping mouth. Her pussy was still saturated with the juices from the powerful orgasms and she had worked the slave´s cock into a rock hard erection without ever touching it.Ross gently guided Linda to her knees and bent her at the waist. From behind he pressed his stiff, fat cock. I am not this woman of their desires. I am not a woman at all. I am male!Thinking back I am unsure how or why I had volunteered for this. It started as a joke for me. Playing the part of a sissy in a chat room on the Internet. Over a period of 6 or 8 months of flirting and teasing I had warmed to the idea of actually being a sissy. Then I met her.She challenged me by giving me assignments each new one a degree more exciting and more humiliation than the previous one. At first it was just. There was no enough place for two people to sit, so they were both standing and he was standing behind her. He started to make massage on her back. I also thought he knew what he was doing.While he was doing massage on the center of her back, her bikini top fell down and she screamed. Kevin was very fast. He caught her breasts with his hands rapidly but very unluckily his towel fell down. I was just sitting opposite of them. He begged her to not to move her body away, so that he can cover his.