”“Tranny cock?” finished the Mother Superior, her eyes locked on my dick. A sneer spreading across her tight lips. Her green eyes glazed with ri...hteous fury.“Tranny cock?” I demanded. The way she said those words, with such sneering contempt, angered me.I wrenched open the door of the van and hopped out, my naked tits bouncing, my girl-dick thrusting before me. I marched around the van to face the angry Mother Superior. She stood gripping the cringing Sister Chastity Hope, waiting for me.“You. She could, hear him walking away from her, across to the door. At the door he stopped and said.?This machine was not designed for you Carrie. It was designed for someone else. Someone slightly larger. Hopefully, the computer will realise there is a weight difference, and make adjustments. You should never had come back to break in Carrie. It was a very, very big mistake. But the last mistake you will make of that, or any other, nature.?With that she heard him open and close the door, his feet. I'd escaped from my low life surroundings, even managing to make something of myself, financially speaking, in the process of doing so. I'd gone from making my money by buying and selling other people's junk, to having a nice, very profitable, wholesale wind chime business.In my own estimate of myself though, I was still just a junkman. I'd never escape who I really was, no matter how much distance I tried to put between myself and my family. I was no better than they were, just a little. Taking the note she unfolded it.Undress completely. Naked, no panties or bra. Place chair facing the window. Turn on the vibrator and insert in your cunt. Sit with back facing the door, legs together, sit still-don’t move, and put blindfold on. If instructions aren’t followed, I will leave without a word spoken.She was almost mortified. Not that she was a prude by any means. She’d have lunch with girlfriends and they would confide about using toys with or without their respective partners. She.