“Okay,” Kara bleated, her heart all a jingle as she attempted to move on, “Who’s number three?”“Wait!” Tru interjected. “Did we forget...rule one?”Eyebrows popped in her direction.Tru said, “Ahem... ‘She who opens it, uses it.’”Everyone suddenly regarded Peri and realized she was still holding the big box aloft like a bunny restraining a mamba.Kara’s vocabulary escaped her.“‘Use it’, use it?” Peri eked.Tru nodded. “The way it was meant to be used.” Fatema placed a hand on Peri’s shoulder. “Tru’s. I'm losing the thread here. Let me get back to the story.I continued along the high street towards the road that would lead mehome. And I passed a couple, a man and a woman they glanced at me butdidn't see me as a man in women's clothing, they saw me as a woman. Atleast I hoped so. The man was holding a cigarette as they approached meand was patting his pockets. He made a sudden beeline towards me."Excuse me, miss?"I'll admit it, this simple act scared me. I almost frozen with fear, butnot so. I scurry to keep up like a good doggy. I have to get my mouth on his ass right away. I quickly catch up and crawl behind my owner with my face shoved into his sweaty ass crack. He stands at the fridge for a second before bending to reach a beer on the bottom shelf. I use that time to take a good swipe up the entire length of his ass with my tongue tasting the day’s sweat and a musky, earthy odor I’d rather not think about. Bill moans at this and spends a minute bent over so I can continue to. After weeks of messaging and me stalling I finally decided one night that I would go to his house. I cannot explain the sheer anxiety and butterflies that were going through my body that night on the short drive to his house with a raging erection and no underwear on. I must have purposely driven past his house several times before finally parking in front. I nervously got out of my car and walked to the shed on his property that we agreed to meet in. As I approached he open the door to the.