When lunch approached, she called him to say she wasrunning late and was finishing up some work in thelibrary. He agreed to meet her where she said sh... wasworking. She sat at a desk in the near empty librarywhere he wouldn’t see her and began stroking herself inanticipation and preparation of their meeting. By the time he arrived, her sex was covered in herwetness and aching to be filled. She snuck up behind him,pressed her body against his, kissed the back of hisneck, and placed her wet. Once I was able to do that it was more enjoyable."Mm, that's a tight ass. Play with your cock for me. Rub it."My cock was throbbing so I began to stroke it as he plowed me from behind. As he quickened his pace, I found myself pushing back with his motions, driving him deeper into my rectum.Every time he called me slut or whore, I really felt like it and it drove me crazy. I'd thrust my ass back into his cock, begging for more. He'd fill me up then pull all the way out, slide it between my ass. I didn'texperiment with make up yet, but I never felt better than when I wasdressed. Away at college I experimented further. I was in the city one daywhen I found a salon/boutique that catered to crossdressers andtransgendered people. I built up the courage to go inside. The owner Velmawas behind the counter and asked is she could help me. As I stood therenervously in my boy clothes I found it hard to say what I was looking for.Velma could tell I was nervous and afraid to speak up. She told me. After that, he took her home. They had to stop by at her apartment first, to pick up her things and her kitten, Clove. That done, they had driven to the estate where Cassie and Clove were welcomed whole-heartedly into the Quentin household. His father had been ecstatic when he met Cassie, and she had taken to him remarkably well. Clove fitted in too. His father had been charmed by the kitten, and she now resided in his room. Ann had also warmed to Cassie quickly. Usually, she was reserved, but.