I couldn't recall his face, but I remembered his eyes. They werea piercing blue and seemed to bore right into my soul. Those eyes werestern, yet full ...f promise. When my soon-to-be Master asked me about mydeepest fantasies, those eyes demanded that I bare my soul for hisamusement.I did just that with only a few shots in me. I told him that I longed tobe a full-fledged sissy slut. That I longed to belong to a man who wouldtake me and make me over into a complete shemale. That I was looking. This intensity was the thing that pulled Carmen towards him. He spoke in a reserved way and opened up to her even more rarely. But when he did open up to her, the intense emotion came torrentially like the spring storm that flooded the city on their third weekend together. It was one of the first really hot nights of the summer. Carmen waited for Matt on a park bench, watching the people walk by. Thunder cracked and a heavy downpour began. Carmen did not run for cover; she hardly even noticed. My parents got divorced a couple of years before that, and my mother (who is actually really gorgeous) was going out with a series of losers, mostly guys that picked her up at the grocery store or the store she was working at then. "Butch" wasn't the worst, in fact I kind of had a crush on him. He was drop-dead handsome, but in a rough sorta way. When he and my mom went into her room, she would howl like an a****l, so I figured he must be doing something right, even if I didn't really know. I lay you back and lay next to you...All the while my lips and tongue were glued to yours...I licked your lips with the tip of my tongue..then thrust it deep into your mouth were your tongue met it...I loved the feel of your tongue wrestling with mine...soft and lively it was...My hands were caressing your entire body, careful to only touch the sides to your thighs and arms..You had a light cotton dress on...When my hands rubbed your thighs the dress was slowly pulled up...The dress was pulled.