Just like the dogs used me. I was a bitch for their pleasure and my feelings didn’t matter.“Paul, if you do this, I will hate you. I won’t forgi...e you. I beg you not to.”.My words to him we’re empty.He went behind me, placed his cock at the entrance to my pussy, grabbed my breasts as he leant forward, thrusting and withdrawing. Thrusting and withdrawing.“Oh, it’s so hot and wet,” Paul muttered. “It feels wonderful. Even if I die tomorrow this moment is true paradise.”Looking back on this moment. ’ I felt a little off, I’d never swallowed anything but food. I smiled my best and I felt him squirt down my throat, and swallowed the best I could. I got it all down. He suddenly grabbed me and flipped us over. He had his head on my pussy, trimmed very short. He teased my pussy lips and I moaned. He grinned and circled with his tongue. His tongue was on the brink and I shoved myself onto his tongue and moaned oh my lord that felt so amazing. He tongue-fucked me for a few minutes. Then I felt. Nirmala Aunty, my mom’s best friend, drop dead gorgeous, extremely well educated, filthy rich, and last of all head mistress of a famous girls school, with a matching temper. I was persistently doing unusually bad in subjects like history and geography, and when my mom narrated this to Nirmala Aunty she suggested that every Saturday she would tutor me on subjects like History, Geography and Bengali. Little did I know then, that my nightmares were turning to reality. I used reach her place sharp. She wanted a sissy boy to dress up and turn into a sexy tranny. So after discussing a few details it was arranged that I move into her place imediatly to begin my sissy slut training .I knock on the door to my new home and am greeted by mistress X ,she was wearing 6" black platform thigh high boots the sexiest black and red leather corset with suspenders with no bra .She has a very big set of boobs that stood very firm ,wow was she hot . Well what are you staring at sissy look down at the.