The brunette didn't look away. Instead a smile came across her face. She moved one of her small, slender hands to her face, and brushed back the hair ...rom her face. I got a better look at her, and was pretty sure at that point that she was a shemale. That was more than okay with me, though, because I'm into all sorts of stuff, including shemales. I smiled at her, and she continued to smile back.Her hand moved down from her face towards her top. I could see through the fabric that her nipples. After ten strokes, both cheeks had turned a bright pink, and Missy was crying and groaning. At twenty-five, her legs had begun to kick and wriggle, giving me a beautiful view of her plump labia and tiny crinkled rosebud. By the time I had struck her butt seventy-five times, her cheeks were a vivid crimson, my hands were beginning to smart, and Missy’s cries had turned to gurgles and hiccups from crying so hard. I pulled my hand away, saying I thought she’d had enough for one day. Dan was. Then I would have to jerk off in my office because of her. We had started getting to know each other will. We had drinks on Friday nights after work. Ate together every day for lunch unless we had clients. I even got her to go on a date with me. I am hard every time we are together. Then today she asked me this question. I don’t know if she know about me being uncut. Maybe she did or she felt comfortable with me. I know I never make it a habit to say anything about myself being so.. " She blushed and lowered her gaze but i saw her lips move as she whispered something, "What did you say Claire?" I asked, you must speak up when you answer daddy." She lifted her head and her lips spread into a wide full lipped grin, "Sorry daddy, i said thank you daddy, sorry for being a bad girl and mumbling."I knew three things at that moment, that i could never ever be angry with Claire for any reason, that i intended to spend as many hours as possible in her company from this day forward.