Sometimes these youngmen came with another young sissyboy, and when called, both went intothe fitting area together, often holding hands, and occasion...lly openlykissing, lost in the erotic rapture of each other and oblivious to theother patrons. The sight of these girlie men made my clit rigid as Ifantasised what it would be like to have the pleasure of them fondlingand kissing me. Like myself all of these sissyboys as well as most ofthe corsetiere's other male clients always wore ladies. We parted at the bus stop and I got home just half an hour before Pey.I fretted around the house a while before getting ready for my date. I picked up my phone a couple of times to text Em but she’d sent me a text right near the end of school that said, “Turning off phone. This is it.”Mom and Dad were home and getting dinner ready for Pey and them when my phone rang and I had it to my ear halfway through my “Sister, Sister” theme song ringtone.“How is she?” I demanded.“Whoa! Take it easy. You’d. Let me come to the story well in the beginning her mom was working in my house as a maid she was very old and looked very ugly sorry to use the word ugly but really she was. my house was on the ground floor I often used to keep the door open and listen to music or read or just sit relaxed doing nothing one day I noticed this female whose name is Lakshmi walk past to the other houseI immediately got attracted to her because she was looking so innocent i thought it would be easy to spread her. He thumbs my clit and strokes his fingers lightly over my lips. I try to guide him to push his fingers into me, but he grabs my hands and pins them over my head. Then he goes back to teasing me.I squirm against him. I want him to touch me inside. He teases the entrance to my pussy with one finger, easing it in only slightly. I writhe and try to arch up against his hand, but he withdraws and goes back to rubbing my clit.He strokes my pussy again and I feel two fingers at my opening this time. I.