She could be setting the nurse up. In the end though, Monica had gone into nursing to help people. ‘Okay, I’ll come to you, but I’m bringing a f...iend.’ ‘Okay, but no guys. Please.’ ‘Is this another hard to explain thing?’ ‘Part of the same hard to explain thing.’ ‘Where are you?’ Monica said with a sigh. ‘Under a tree, behind some bushes near exit…’ she scooted close enough to see the sign, ‘exit 216.’ ‘Okay. You’ve survived 24 hours so I’m not worried about bleeding. Is your head or neck. And yes, maybe I was a boy, at least in the outward physical respects, but I knew I was a girl on the inside. My soul had always been female.When I was a c***d, my parents had just laughed off my predilection for dressing up in girls' clothes and my assertion that my real name was 'Elfi.' However, as the years passed, they came to realize my belief about who I was wasn't just a phase. In fact, as puberty started, my terror as to what I was becoming developed a new intensity. I was a girl. Then he pushed me up on the bed and on my back. Looking up at him, seeing the magnificence of my Master as he grabbed my thighs just above my knees was wonderful. He spread me achingly wide, entering me again. Each thrust was a new sensation. The whole setting, the whole experience really was settling into me. I begged and begged to cum, and he finally relented, giving me permission. The first of many orgasms washed over me, heightening all my senses. Seeing my Master. Smelling him and our. “Not yet, eat me first,” she ordered.Ben didn’t need to be asked twice. He knelt down, spread Sandy’s legs wider and began by kissing her stocking covered foot while caressing the other leg with his hand.“Suck my clit,” she whimpered as his kisses all too slowly worked up her leg.“Who is horny now?” he teased as his free hand danced over her drenched panties.“Oh my God, you are so wet and hot,” Ben exclaimed, his cock now harder than it had been all night.She squirmed and pulled on his hair, as.