More importantly, his rod rose rapidly and soon stood to attention like a soldier ready to do his duty for King and country no matter the personal cos... to his obedient body.With a studied slowness, Cindi slid next to Harry letting her soft skin rub his naked legs like one of the sluts she often poked fun at behind their backs. Her wetness between her legs was not from the cleansing water, but from her female juices that were brimming over and escaping from her trembling bush like love sprinkles. ’ ‘Ok then, from now on you must always, and I do mean always, no matter who you are talking to, you must always refer to yourself as Sissy Alan. Is that clear? And look at my crotch whenever you speak to me, and make sure you lick your lips like you can’t wait to get your hands, lips and other sissy parts on it. Is that all clear Sissy Alan?’ Pathetically, I did as instructed, dutifully raising my gaze to stare at his swollen crotch. There was little doubt that his jeans were straining to. I always got a rush of excitement when he came. Like a giddy little girl. I loved seeing him out of class. Just a man, hanging out, having a few drinks at a bar. I don't know what it was, but something about seeing him in this convivial element was just so sexy to me.After a few rounds of beer and bar games, people began to head out for the night, until it was back to being myself, Abby and Owen."Excuse me for a minute," Abby said, as she got up to head to the restroom. As she stood up from her. The Ghost! He didn’t say a word, taking my elbow gently and escorting me to the door. As I entered he actually smiled, before disappearing into the night. My life was a mess. Kelly Pinckney, dweeb extraordinaire. Twenty five. No college degree. No great career. No lover. Well, not anymore. I actually went to college, still needed a year to get my degree in finance. I loved numbers, loved the research I did, trying to determine the variables of the stock market in this economy. It was all just.