I typed out: ‘Do not talk. Parents are light sleepers. You can sleep in the bed and I’ll sleep on the floor.’ She opened her phone and typed: �...you’re the best.’ ‘Thanks if you want to say something to me just shine the light from your phone on me.’ I typed and showed her. She whispered ‘ok’ as she kissed me on the cheek and climbed into my bed. She wrapped herself up in blankets and lay there. I grabbed a blanket and lay down on the floor not that I was going to be able to sleep a wink with. The sight of her lips stretched over the black skin and the sucking I was getting from her sister was just too much and I blew my steaming cum into Pat's mouth. Pat was ready and immediately began swallowing what felt like gallons of cum. As she continued to suck me and lick the cum she caught running down her chin, I grabbed her tiny tits, squeezing the nipples real hard. As I spurted the last of my cum into her mouth Pat let out a moan and began her own orgasm. She sat up, used her fingers to. I walked up and down the hall like I had the plague. They didn't hurt me for three weeks, in fact. It was a quiet day. I was used to the shoes now, and dresses felt more natural on me than pants. Every day, Amy and I worked together, talking about pantyhose and lingeree and hair, about makeup and attitude and social graces. It really wasn't that hard an adjustment. That was before I walked out of Amy's house one night and started home. She had offered to give me a ride -- she had her. Pretty soon, I was all alone and you could taste the palpable fear in the room. That was the end of interference from the B-team, from now on it was time to deal with the big boys, hopefully one by one.I decided to start right at the top and call out the young Baronet, the intended groom of the wayward Princess and one of the top troublemakers."YOU, the asshole dressed in black trying to marry that slut! I object! You can't have her ... I've only just barely got her trained to throat my foot.