It is a typicalbar, except for the clientele. A lot of Mistresses here. A few of ussissies. The huntresses and the hunted.Hello, I'm K.D. Gardner, but...for most of my life, I've been called Katieout of derision. I live here in Cincinnati in the accounting firm ofForbes and Johnson. They know about the g-rated sissy in me. They do notknow about the r-rated sissy.I look nervously around the room. There are two couples on the dancefloor, those brave souls who always start the boogie. Most of us. The bed felt like it was vibrating, shaking somehow. Becca was on her back next to me, the light from the window spilling across her bare chest and her large pointed breasts splayed out in both directions. Her arm shot straight down to her waist and her hand was busy in her crotch. She was getting herself off, two fingers in her hole and her thumb strumming her clit, eyes clamped shut. I stretched my hand out, cupping her breast, fondling her stiff nipple and then drew my body up and grazed. She could see the back of her car on the left in Hiram's garage. Shehad gotten the impression that he was a pretty good mechanic, but alittle creepy. Even so, she was glad that her little Volkswagen was anolder model so that there wasn't much in the way of electronics to gowrong. She hoped he would have the car ready for her so that she wouldbe able to head home fairly soon.On the way out of town, she passed the sheriff's office. She saw a pairof state police cruisers parked in front. She. I pushed her back gently, and put her hand on to my prick; she held it tight, and in a whisper said, “Will you never tell anyone?” By my body and soul I swore it; the thighs opened wider, her body fell back and disposed itself on the sofa, my hands roved over a large expanse of flesh, I could see the white mass only, the rest seemed dark. I kissed the hair on her cunt which I could not see, felt the smooth velvety haunches, and threw myself on one of the finest, whitest and broadest bellies I.