“You shot a cop, really,” she said. Not even a hello.“He was blackmailing and threatening my wife,” I said, defensively. The woman sighed.“M...ster Steele, I’m not going to kid you. It’s going to be tough going. But, I am going to do my best for you. And, at worst, providing you don’t do anything egregious to piss off the officials here at state, I figure to be able to get you out at least by year ten. It might be sooner if we’re lucky, but at least by then,” she said.“Okay,” I said. “Can I ask,. The Pussy Galore club is a veryparticular place. It's not like any other club - not like any of thetranny bars you've been to. The clientele here are very particular andhave very specific tastes. They don't want women. They don't even wantpost-op trannies. They can go elsewhere for that. That don't wantshemales either. No 'chicks with hard dicks.' What they want - andwhat I charge a very pretty penny for - are limp dicked sissies. No,not the pink ruffles and baby outfits sissies. But. The two women that had been so close to the Pastor leaned together to make out. From where the Pastor was sitting he had a good view of his former pair.Unfortunately I could see very little since, from my angle, I only had a view of Priscilla’s back. I saw that the women’s faces were moving against one another. Priscilla had her arms around the neck of the seductive older woman. Mrs. Howard was rubbing her hands lightly up and down the back of her partner.Naturally, I did the only thing I could. He gasped for air from the extreme pleasure. Finally he looked down and saw his pants all wet. Wow! the cum really bled through his jeans. He looked frustratingly at my sister who pretended to be asleep. He shoved her because he knew she was just acting innocent and looked angrily at me. "You little sneaks!" he said. "What am I supposed to do now when we get there, say I wet my pants again like last time?" "Don't worry," I said "It'll dry out before we get there. "Don't bother," responded my.