Back at her desk, she called up a job that she'd been putting off for a day or so — some mindless data input that could be done while she was thinki...g of something else.She also fired up her web browser.Before long she was both horrified and reassured. 'No Symptoms in 70% of women and 50% of men; over 100,000 cases in the UK each year... if untreated can lead to pelvic inflammatory disease.''Oh, God!'A little more checking gave her the reassurance that it was normally treated by. There were some things I didn't think I was ready to try, and maybe never would be. "What... what is it you think I want to be?" I asked.She cocked her head to one side, just looking. At me. For a long time. A very long time. I finally had to drop my eyes, and nervously fiddled with the flowers. "I'm a very assertive woman," she began, elliptically, "but four months ago, I would have been a little shocked, a little uncomfortable, maybe, to have a sissy boyfriend."My head shot up, and the denial. Tears running down her face and nice thick saliva covering my cock and going to her mouth from deep down her throat she just gasped and gave me this wicked smile like "ok is that all you got?!".. i picked her up and threw her on the bed while what felt like the same time ripping her jeans off.. i broke the button and was struggling to get them all the way so i just pulled them down to her knees, enough for me to expose that tight little fuck hole she wanted me to fill so bad, without even. " I told her I just wanted to know. So she said, and I hope she was telling the truth, "No, not necessarily better than you, but different. It's nice to have something different. He fucks me a lot harder than you do. I guess I like that." I asked her if she would like it if I fucked her harder. She said, "Sure-sometimes" I asked her if she wanted to try it right now. She said she doubted if I had anything left. I told her to try me. She said okay, and lay back on the bed with her legs spread..