I loved those movies where the woman was really cumming hard, and that was one of the things I adored about you as well, you CAME hard with my touch. ...ou took my other hand off your breast and pressed it to your mouth, muffling your own cries as your other hand pushed mine so I was pushing in deeper; I allowed you to control my hand to help you get your first cum out, my finger deep in you rubbing and reaching in you; my palm against your clit. You shook hard several times and bit my palm a. . exalted eventhough also fearful of discovery. How I felt liberated when theinternet revealed there were others like me, thousands who felt thesame way, including women who love being men! That our sex drives workthat way in part, with different people, to different degrees. I toldher how, ashamed, I'd purge my wardrobe, my entire collection, give itaway, try to wean myself off this 'weakness.' And fail, then replaceeverything I'd tossed with more recent fashions. The fact was,. Perhaps a family member picked her up. She had been distant during the week as I worked with Dorothy. I was pretty sure she was upset that I got this opportunity when it was once again the very job she wanted. She must have known that she wasn't ready for it yet but I suppose logic didn't enter into it and emotions did.When I picked her up on Monday morning she was very quiet, offering nothing about her weekend. I decided silence was the better move on my part so we spoke very little on the way. What’s your name?” The woman had slicked back blonde hair, thin lips and heavy eyebrows that gave her a rather sinister appearance.“Meakin, Ma’am,” I responded.“God, you’re plain though! And grubby!” She reached forward and pushed me back against the wall. Shocked, I dropped the coal scuttle with a clatter and tried to break away from her grip. “And these,” she reached for the padding that filled the bra cups of my corselette, “are very unconvincing.” Undeterred by my struggles, she leant in.