At least this would be normal had I been more used to the truckers behaviors, or had I really been the person they think they see. I am not. I am not ...his woman of their desires. I am not a woman at all. I am male!Thinking back I am unsure how or why I had volunteered for this. It started as a joke for me. Playing the part of a sissy in a chat room on the Internet. Over a period of 6 or 8 months of flirting and teasing I had warmed to the idea of actually being a sissy. Then I met her.She. It was enough to startle me! If I had been able, I would have jerked in my position. But I could not. I was merely stone; sentient, but stone.He didn't know that I could feel his hands as they reached forward to brush debris and dust from my naked limbs. I stood before him as he had created me: a life-sized stone figure, proud and naked. The only covering to my charms was my stone hand across my pubis, a modest and eternal shield. Most of my long stone hair lay across my back. The ends were. Wo aya age or bhuke kutte ki tarah daat se mere chut ko kuredgne lga. Jib andar dal kar chat ne lga. Sahil dhire dhire meri chut ko daru se bhigata gaya.Fir sab ne bari bari. Meri chut ka swaad liya. Uske baad un logo ne muje chair se utha kr bed pe dala. Or sahil ne mere muh k pas apna lund lakar muje diya. Me uske lund pe jib firane lagi. Uske lund ka swaad mera favourite h. Aaj v. Uske lund ko lolipop k jsa chusa mene or pura bada kaala naag bna diya chus chus k usko.Fir mohit ne meri chuchi. The bitch was banging on my door making a ton of noise."What fuck do you want... and you better stop banging on my fucking door Bitch." I shouted."Fuck you... I know my daughter is in there... If you don't' open the door I'm going to call the cops."First of all, I didn't have a clue as to what this old white bitch was taking about. But if this cunt thought I was afraid of the Mother fucking police, she was going to be very disappointed."BANG... BANG... BANG... BANG."She pounded on my door. That.