She examined the otherbins and managed to put together a suitable ensemble.She sat on the bench and rolled on the sheer pantyhose, advances in nylonma...ufacture meant the sheerest of stockings seldom ran or laddered andshe pulled them on. She had been programmed to posses a vagina not apenis and scrotum and at first she was at a loss at what to do. Shetucked her genitals between her legs and pulled up the gusset of theflesh-toned translucent garment and was gratified that the tight gussetacted. Right before, he jumped away, whining in pain. I shushed him, with my arms reached out. He rushed into me once again, but I was careful to not hurt him again.“Sit,” I ordered him, and he did. Opening the box, I dabbed some disinfectant and cooling lotion on a piece of cotton and gently nudged the bruise. Despite whining, Enzo didn’t move. He took it like a champ all because I had ordered him to.After applying the lotion on it, I let it heal and placed the contents back into the box.“Good boy.. Who or what can stop me from going after another man? Yes.I decided .Let me make hay while sun shines.About the men to chose I got a strange fantasy thinking.I wanted to have sex with some low class men.Not decent and aristocratic.I did not know why that thinking came into my mind.Let me not fix any standard.As long as the person can give me what I want it is ok.from my side I have to be careful to make the things secret so that my name should not get spoiled.The first person and my first. Nobody does.Sonia doesn't see anything but the embarrassment this is going to causeher and doesn't bother to moderate her sneer. "Have you been wearing mythings? Jesus, Andy, have you been into my fucking knickers." Sonia, I don't need to wear your clothes, I don't want to wear yourclothes, I wouldn't disrespect you by wearing your clothes. I have my ownclothes." Your own women's clothes!" That look on her face; a mixture of contempt,disgust and blank incomprehension. "Where?" I keep them at a.