Chris was gone but the sound of the shower seemed like a good explanation for that fact. Angie was breathing lightly. She was still wearing her t-shi...t and nothing else. Her soft, naked backside showed a white triangle proving she was not a friend of nude sunbathing. My stirring erection reminded me that I hadn’t come myself last night – once more I had been too busy manipulating others. Angie woke at the light caress of my finger over her hips. She turned around smiling at me and planted a. Stephanie believed regular cock suckinghelped emasculate a sissy more effectively and so I was offered to someof Ms. Stephanie's friends and colleagues as a sexual pleasure toy fortheir enjoyment.Mistress Amanda said she thought that Ms. Stephanie was an amazing womanand agreed that allowing a sissy to decide questions about his sexualityand sexual orientation was not within the core values or guidingprinciples of the Loving Female Authority philosophy. I agreed and askedhow I might be of. God I was horny, I was picturing him laying on me and fucking. I could feel the rush of juices flood between my legs as his hands drifted up my body, my cunny instantly wet, and I could feel my pussy lips sliding together when I moved. My womb literally ached, and everywhere he touched me was hot and electric. My tits were hard, and my breathing was wild.He leaned in and kissed me, his chest pressing to me. I rolled toward him and met his passion. In the blackness we kissed, and I could feel. Could you fill me in as towhere she might be?" Yes, lover, she's probably on Main Street helping these silly peopleprepare for Red if she ever decides to come help me take over again.Want to meet Terry?" No. I'd rather she not exist. Don't worry Tucker, I'll get you out oneday. Now, good-bye. I have to find Mes." The man faded.Terry approached her horny mother. "Does he know?" the little girlasked as Whitney smiled."Hopefully not. He loves her. Wait till he sees how she's changed."Whitney.