She took off her pants and told me if I wanted to be a pervert to get over there and stick my face in her ass. She was one of my wife's hottest friend... so I quickly got up and positioned my face behind her ass so I could still see my wife making out with Paul. She dropped her panties and stuck her asshole right into my nose and told me to smell it and be glad that a bitch like me had the opportunity to smell the ass of such a hot woman and to thank her for letting me do it. I thanked her and. I couldn't say anything to herabout things I thought and wished to be, while watching all thosearousing sissy images. Don't want her thinking she's won any battle overme just because I love wearing these sissy clothes, seeing thosedelightful sissy images, feeling inside of me that I am also one."Had you not been so rebellious yesterday you would of had your firstballet lesson by now, wouldn't that of been wonderful Sissy? But nowit'll have to wait, maybe in a couple of days." Why do I need to. Every sociopath has at least one Familiar. There is one thing I haven’t seen, though. I’ve never met anyone like me. I am stronger than any man my size has any right to be. I’m more resilient than most people. I never get sick. I can spot a sociopath just by looking at him or her. Normal humans can never see a sociopath for what he or she is. They can’t pierce through the veil of lies and deceit with which the sociopath moves invisibly through human society. I am the author of hundreds of. She had laid out cloths for me to wear. I pulled up my dark blue dress slacks and tucked my white dress shirt into them. I was about to thread my belt through the loops when she stood up and walked to her dresser. I of course watched, just as she got to the chair at her dressing table she put her right leg on it and pulled her skirt up so she could adjust the black garters that came into view. I said I was thinking those where pantyhose. She said why did you think that? Well I answered that.