Your eyes travel from my painted toes up my barely covered body, taking in every detail. My pale skin under my lace stockings. You hold your breath as...your eyes dart over my lace undies that cling to my hips and leave little to imagination. You follow the curves up to my breasts, which elegantly are held by a lace bra so thin you see my hardened nipples pushing out to be touched. Your mouth waters with desire as you look up to my neck which begs for your kisses; to my jawline, and my red lips. . youknow?" Well, yes, Ellie." he chuckles. "Sissies don't have vaginas. Perfectlyalright if they want that, as many of them do. But they resign at thattime." He pauses, as if thinking of exceptions to the rule."The Club does have a liberal castration policy, though." That seemingto cover everything, Mr. Gould thanks me for my time.Maybe it was my refusal to remove the wig, maybe he needed to get me outso he could pound Percy? I don't know. Though shocked by the abruptness,I wasn't. I reached back to undo it, letting it fall to the floor, joining her there topless in my living room. Tina’s aft hands wandered down to my crotch as she rubbed my pussy right through my damp pink panties, causing me to become even wetter.Her delicate fingers crawled inside my elastic waistband and had no problem finding my sensitive clit. She pinched it, causing my knees to buckle as I was nearing the orgasm that I was close to achieving before she walked in on me. A little stream started to. I started getting hard, but I kept that a secret."Lia, let me know if I get too rough," I used her pet name. She beamed. "Danny, you're perfect." You've always had such beautiful hair," I continued brushing. Lia sort of shivered.I came to a mean snarl, so I moved a hand up under her hair, past the towel, touching the softness of her upper back. The back of my hand lay firm against her shoulder blade, holding the hank of hair steady so I could brush out the snarl without tugging on her.