.wouldn't hurt you skanks to do the same and maybe ya'll wouldn't be sitting around while i'm dancing my ass off ;P" so we leave to the Bar and wh...n we arrive the music is pumping some mighty fine tunes, i go find us a table and my oldest sister Elena goes and gets each of us a miller light ( as if we need to watch our weight :D we weren't even there 20 minutes when this fine looking man comes up to me and asks me to dance, of course before i say sure! i make sure to tell him I'm Transexual. She was talking to the nurse. The door opened and she was standing there, her eyes brimming with tears.She came over to the bed and looked at him. “Hello” she whispered, smiling.“Hello darling, have you missed me?” he replied. Tears started to run down her cheeks, has she bent and gently kissed him.She pulled up a chair and held his hand, just looking at him. “How did the mission go? Did we destroy the airbase?” He asked.She nodded, “Completely and all your team returned safely”.“What about. ‘But Becky, what about….’ he made one last try. ‘If I let you put your hand under my tee shirt, will that be enough for today?’ ‘Okay, but what about…?’ he pressed harder, but the girl put her mouth on his to silence him. He took advantage of his small winnings and snaked his arm under her shirt, placed his hand on a bra-protected breast. She purred in delight—at the attention and sensation. ‘It will be soon,’ she whispered. ************* Jamie O’Toole started up his small sedan, his respite. Rebecca and Sasha slid into view, hopping on the bed from either side.Rebecca was dressed neck to toe in a shiny, black cat suit of her own.She wore thick rubber gloves and her black thigh high boots over thesuit, a pretty good indication that she was a rubber fetishist. Shecarried a black leather crop in her hands and wore an excited,mischievous grin on her face. It was the most emotion Zack had seen herconvey thus far.Sasha, on the other hand, was dressed in a leather corset, silky.