Mai chillakar rone lagi, par wo mujhe lejakar dobara bistar pe patak kar, mere gal par ek thappad rakh diya…Bhola —- chup…!!! Abe randi chillaye...i to gand mardunga.Us thappad ne meri awaz ko puri tarah se daba diya. Aur mai wapis sambhal pati usse pehle hi wo meri blouse ke buttons tod kar blouse ko do taraf kar chuka tha. Meri safed bra pahad ki tarah unchi lag rahi thee. Uske tagde hath mere bra ke upar se hi meri chuchiyo ko bheenchne dabane lage. Mai apne sar baye taraf kari to dekha birju. It was a fairly large store and well maintained.As we entered I was stopped by the big black security guard (he was cute) he asked for my ID and said you must be 21 to enter. I produced my ID he looked and smiled “very very nice” and let us pass.There were TV screens throughout the store a few in each room. We separated Dave looking at the outfits, I at the vids. I was on my knees reading the boxes of the “tranny, CD, Sissy,” vids that were on the bottom shelf. All of a sudden I saw a large. Then the young man’s arms encircled her and she forgot Sue. She could feel his warmth radiating through the material of her dress. Uttering a soft sigh, she pressed against him. When their lips met Kay felt as if she was melting. The young man’s tongue lashed hers, caressing her lips and probing her mouth, and her legs grew wobbly. ‘Let’s go to my room,’ Frankie said breathlessly after the kiss ended. ‘I…I don’t think I can wait until we get to your place.’ ‘I don’t think I can wait either, my. Constance and Doctor Abrams were waiting for me to wake up from the surgery, and when I coughed, sputtered, and gagged my way awake, Constance wiped my brow with a cool washcloth, while one of Doctor Abrams' nurses tended to my other issues.The pain was tolerable, but I could tell something had changed and was anxious to hear the prognosis.Doctor Abrams finished his work and leaned down smiling. "So Angela, you got no more bullets for the old doctor from Sweden? I looked everywhere and could.