The moment he sensed he had it in the right place, he drove it into the hilt. I thrust my bottom up to meet him, feeling the tingly sensation of the ...nvasion. In an instant, he was once again thrusting in and out as if he was trying to crawl inside me. This time, instead of coming in less than thirty seconds, he continued to pump and pump. I discovered that by moving his bottom up a little higher, I could feel his thing rubbing on my sensitive spot. I remembered that the books had. Trapped, the Entity was alone unable to corrupt or spread its chaos, worst of all it was boring. Until small creaks began to form in its prison, though these cracks he could see a glimpse of not only its universe but other realities as well. The Entity watched as this other universes thrived or faded away like a dying light in the distance. For a time it had been amusing, but soon boredom returned.The Entity smiled as ideas came to it, escape wasn’t an option, those that imprisoned it were. Someone then cupped the fleshy underside of my buttocks with wet palms, my legs parted more & teeth began chattering in delusion. Another hand slid down my flat belly & began circling my navel before digging in. I twisted, turned my hips & groaned, but strong hands had held my hips steady in place. I curled my toes & bit my lips. “No..No..I said” But, the cruel girls were in no mood to give any mercy.The air inside the bathroom reeked of pussy juices & throaty grunts; groaning sounds of women. But itis not necessarily a vital and structural one. We may legitimatelydistinguish between the male-focused and the female-focusedcrossdresser, whom we shall call the sissy and the wimp.The crossdresser who dreams of being a dominant man's sissy wants toachieve a "womanhood" which is little more than a reflection of themost rudimentary male desires. He wants to be a whore, an eroticplaything, a simple sex object. The persona the sissy constructs forhimself, though female so far as it goes,.