The term 'she' was titular because all of the women whoworked in the Sissy bar either had been or were still men ortranssexuals as they were correctly...known as.She felt his mouth engulf her now erect penis and felt his hands uponher buttocks as they pressed her hips downwards so as to swallow herwhole.In return she began to finger his anus, enjoying the sensation as hermiddle finger slipped in between his lubricated cheeks. He slowly pushedher off him and rolled her onto her back, her finger. “Now Charlotte here has been blessed with a mighty big set of breasts, as you all can see. Charlotte what cup size are you?” Charlotte hung her head and whispered “Double D.” “What? I’m sorry could you speak up. Don’t be shy.” Charlotte looked up and said in a loud voice “Double D.” “YEAAAHHHH!” they all yelled.“Charlotte are they a natural double D sized titties?” “Yes all natural.” She said. “Well, can you shake your shoulders for us to show the naturalness?” Charlotte slowly shook her. 'I assure you I'm telling you the truth. It’s just precautionary so I can say I warned you before selling it to you.'"Laura laughed again. 'Why is it haunted?' she asked playing along."'Well it’s got quite a history. M. Hugo Flannery had it built for his new wife who he loved very much. They weren't married long when he came home one day to find her in their bed in the arms of another man. He saw red. He couldn't handle it. He went downstairs and fetched his Winchester and blew them to pieces. It was too much. Words a snarling,slurred tirade, the ragged shoulders smashed a tile from the wall intestament to a struggle of the existential."Shh...fffuu... ahh... a...ahhh... T-Thish fuc...fuck... NO. I'M A MAN - AFUCKING MAN! MAN! MAN! MANMANMANMANMAN, DAMN IT!!! NOTISHHGREENBITCHF-FREAK!!! I'M MARCEL CHASEY!!! ALWAYS! FUCKING ALWAYS AND A-AHH...UHOHH...HMNNN..."The words that remained died in a smooth throat as plump lips crushedagainst each other, eyes closing as a green face tossed to.