That morning I merely rerouted the cord. I sank a small screw eye into the top front of the dildo stool and then replaced the switch cord with a long ...oop of cord that was roughly the same length (about six feet) as the original. After connecting the tied end of the loop to the shocker switch, I ran its closed end through the screw eye on the stool. Then I tied a smaller loop in the very end of that closed portion and fitted that small loop with a padlock. I closed the padlock around the. I massaged the soap in to my skin, not missing a single inch. My hands trailed to my ass, the greatest personal asset I thought, it and my legs. Small indeed but very shapely and tight, firm and tanned. I giggled to myself as my hands caressed the two halves, not quite the same feeling as Johns hands felt like on them last night. His were strong and large, and squeezed my ass perfectly as I sat on top of him and slid up and down on his embedded cock. At one point he controlled my up and down. I latter found out that it is called the anal ring. Frank continued to gently push in and pull out, pushing a little harder each time tell with a sharp pain his thing finally pushed through.Oh, it hurt so bad. But I kept my checks spread and my but, in the air, and Frank continued to push deeper into me. Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore; I could feel Franks pubs and I knew he was almost in. I clenched my jaw and pushed my butt up while he was pushing in tell I felt his hips firmly. Do you hate me? Do you think I'm a freak? Do you want to move out?" She was in tears. She was wiping my come from her mouth and wiping her eyes at the same time. Oh hell. She was still Kathy. She was still the girl I had grown really fond of. "We can work this out Kathy. No problem, really. I've seen plenty of transexuals on my computer. Maybe not in real life but you aren't a freak. There are thousands of trans people out there. Oh hell, let's just sleep on it and talk about it tomorrow." So.