As I slid into the driver's seat I could feel my corset rubbing against the leather car seat. My small penis became alive inside its satin place where...it so belonged. I felt so womanly and so set a free!But, as I parked in front of Howard's luxury condominium my feelings changed to thoughts of what a weak, inadequate man I was, and here I was underdressed, not as a woman, but rather as a weak, transvestite sissy. I almost restarted my car and drove away. Instead, though, I got out and went to. I remember the first time he actually touched me there. He was sneaky. He made the usual grab at my leg and, when I made my usual grab for his wrist, he quickly slid his hand right up my leg to my pussy, dragged his finger across my crotch, and had his hand back on my waist before I could stop him.Oh, I smacked his hand good for that little trick, and cussed him, too. It was several angry minutes and many repeated apologies before I calmed down enough to let him put his arms around me again.. He knew what was about to happen because he knows when I get eaten I cum and cum hard which I did so this got them going more as they called me all kinds of names. Lamont said he knew I was a black cock slut and I would enjoy it, he was right. After I came I sat back between them as they pulled their pants down revealing good size cocks around 8" each. They didn't have to say anything I knew what they wanted so I bent over and started to suck like the cock slut I was. I was in heaven and. ‘Jerry Jones?’ She was frowning now. ‘Who used to live in Grove Avenue?’ I stood holding the half open door, hopeful now. ‘Yes.’ ‘You owe me an apology.’ I was stunned into silence. I couldn’t imagine what she was talking about. Suddenly, she smiled. ‘You used to pull my pigtails.’ That smile changed the whole atmosphere. ‘Guilty as charged,’ I admitted with a laugh. ‘Can you ever forgive me?’ Still smiling, Allie rose and walked around the desk to shake my hand. ‘I’ll think about it.’ We.