* * *When I left work, I sat in my car. I need to get control of my life.Slowly everyone around me is believing I'm either a woman or atranswoman. M...ybe Dr. Fry has made some progress.I picked up my phone, scrolled through my recent calls and called Dr.Fry.There was no ringing. Just a message. "This number has beendisconnected."What? Disconnected? Should I drive straight to his office and give hima piece of my mind?I need to get control. Wait, I can control my hair. So I drove straightto. My cunt was still wet from all the cum leaking from it. I pushed my ass into his groin. I raised my leg, reached between my legs and guided his hard on into my pussy. We got into a rhythm as we pushed against each other. It was like a dream. He had reached his hand around and had begun rubbing my clit as we fucked. I turned my head over my shoulder, our lips touching and kissing deeply. I achieve orgasm several times before he released another load of his seed deep inside me. As his dick slid. Each day, she was trained. For the first few days, she never left the corral. They taught her all of her paces and she learned to walk, trot, canter and gallop to their satisfaction. She learned to stop and pose. She learned to display herself for inspection, which she found to be highly humiliating.Each day brought multiple orgasms. The girls had not beaten her again. They did use the riding crop occasionally to correct her but that was child’s play compared to the horrid paddle that she had. What the hell, it's Lush Stories, I was more fucked up than a football bat.In short, I gave a fuck about nothing; total punk rock anarchist who'd greet you with a smile and a hearty "FUCK YOU" then flip you off while handing you a beer.When I saw Diana again at a relative's BBQ I realized I missed her and we were inseparable. Now I gave a fuck, I was such a fucking poser, goddammit!She swore up and down she was an even five foot, but I didn't believe her. Very thin, but it worked on her. She.