Holly called me at work Monday morning after their initiation. She was adamant in coming over to the house that evening at eight. Seems seeing a coup...e of women fuck her husband with a strap-on at their initiation the week before had her interest and after our fuck session the night before, she really wanted to try out the strap-on. Of course, that is if I was up to it. Now, I have to say, I did have a hard time concentrating on work the remainder of the day.It was when I got a call from. Jane just shrugged it off. She said: ‘Sheila, it doesn’t really matter. He was drunk. In that state he’d chase anything in a skirt.’ It was true. That made me madder. ‘I know, Jane, but it’s an insult to me. Aren’t I enough for him?’ ‘It’s just the way most men are.’ She was right but most of the men I knew weren’t like that. We’d trained them better. John had let me down in front of my friends. Anyway, I was annoyed with him. I wanted to humiliate him in public. The week of Twin Town events. Placing the mug on a well-stained mug ring, surrounded by a looming pile of final demand letters, he sat down to work.Using the book to clarify a point on the rates of tax of Uka plants when the two moons were in alignment, he finished off another customers return. That was the food bill paid for the next month.Loathe to start another customer so soon; he idly flicked through the pages of his new purchase.A list of what looked like ingredients caught his eye. He stopped and turned back a few. "Wait," he called.Reluctantly I stopped.He pushed the tyre lever into a slot on the truck presumably to look lessintimidating."I.....I.... didn't mean to scare you........Are you one of those........trannies?" he asked.I blushed profusely."Well...I don't have real tits.....I really think of myself as a sissy," Imurmured.Having answered his question and feeling really embarrassed now I turnedto go."Do you want me to take some pictures for you...."I paused wondering where this was going."It's.