Now, he was an accomplished Master and training her to be a submissive slut. This whole situation had been so far off her radar that if someone had su...gested this opportunity would come along, she’d have thought it preposterous. But she couldn’t deny that she wanted more. If only she could finger her needy little pussy right now. But she’d been forbidden to touch herself.She checked the clock and figured going to bed was her best option. Still, sleep escaped her for some time. She kept reliving. She turned to put the toilet seat down and sat on it and pulled him closerto her by his hips. Duke stood there as she rubbed and touched and fondled his cock and let her do as she pleased. Her shirt was soaked and I could make out her hard nipples poking through her shirt. She was in her panties which I couldn't tellif it was soaked with pussy juice or water. I was thinking a little of both. As she sat there wiping him, I could see down her shirt.Her tits were flopping around in her shirt as. I had accommodated many men in my nether arena. Joyfully and willingly.But a sissyboy, especially one as "short-staffed" as sweet Amy, hadnever invaded that territory.To be a true pantyboy, one must be open to variety.And despite my bombastic orgasm that had only died two minutes ago, Iwas already experiencing a rebirth in certain parts.That aggressive little buttpounder intended to FUCK me. (Much as itturned out, she had seen other pantyboys do to and for each other atthe Spermapaloozas she. He just wanted to cum in my mouth and leave. His arrogant and rude demeanour drew me to this guy from the start so I agreed to meet him as I wanted him to know I am reliable. He gave me his registration number in case other cars were parked up. I dressed in a tight black wet look mini bodycon dress, black hold ups and black mary-jane heels. I went for a dark eye shadow and baby pink lipstick and have to say my make-up looked immaculate. My long blonde hair flowed down my back and I was ready to.