My shaking fingers finally managed to tap out a message that I was happy to send, all attempts at trying to seem cool now totally abandoned. “Come ...n guys, throw me a bone! P x.”I was relieved that I got a reply from Sue almost instantly. But my relief was short-lived as I read her message, groaning out loud as I read her text, thinking that in another life she could have been a world-class dominatrix. Her message was simple but played to perfection.“Be patient lover. We’ll throw the dog a. “No, you can go, Lilith,” Mary dismissed and sighed in relief when she was gone. “I don't trust her,” Mary muttered. “Yeah,” I answered. “I can see the hatred in her eyes whenever she looks at me. Like she just once to crush me. Once you've made your last boon, she'll go back to hell or wherever the fuck she's from.” “Maybe I should just use the last boon, you know, get it over with.” “What if we run into another nun problem,” I pointed out. “Her boon is a safety net for us. She can't do. I slowly started to rub it in a circular motion with deliberate strokes of my fingers. It's at that point that a low moan escapes my lips. At least, I thought it was soft, but apparently, it wasn't because when I looked around the plane, a tall, dark, and handsome stranger was looking directly at me, and he was holding my stare. I panicked and got up quickly and rushed to the bathroom, but in my haste, I forgot to lock the door behind me, and I only realized it once the door opened and this. I do believe that a lot of us cross-dressers/she-males/Trannys have the XXY syndrome, as I unprofessionally call it, as I’ve stated above. A lot of ancient societies, like the Plains tribes of North America, had sacred positions for transgendered people. I can’t prove that being transgendered is genetic, but I have a strong hunch that it is. I’ve found that I LOVE wearing thongs, have found some that can cradle my lil clitty and labias…keeping them high and encased in sexy silk all day. I’ve.