Obeying me.Worshipping me. It makes you happy. So happy. To serve. To obey. Toworship."Rosie turned down the sound for a moment, to tell me that I was...safe,that Maria was going to help me, and that I was doing what she wanted meto do. "I have a present for you," she whispered. Before I could eventhink to be dismayed - her last presents had been somewhat unwelcome -she shimmied her panties from under her robe. "I know how you likethese," she breathed, before placing them over my face. "I've. I had mood swings, typical of hormone surges,and the definite sensation something was moving on the inside. It was abit like I could feel the baby kicking sometimes! Heaven on earth for atranswoman, I thought, mustn't be very different from this. I felt as ifevery moment of my life was significant in the writing of my history as awoman.One night I told Mustapha about my feelings, while I was in his lovingarms. His dark, smouldering eyes softened up all of a sudden, like thoseof a man being told. He kissed me softly on the lips. Lovingly, like he'd always done... then suddenly his mouth opened and his tongue slithered between my lips, right into my mouth, and he kissed me like no son was ever meant to kiss his mother. I moaned and kissed him back, sending my own tongue deep into his mouth. He tasted fresh and clean and young... and my pussy creamed at the thought of actually fucking him. Jim would freak out if he could see me now, I thought... this time *I'D* have the erotic story to. Things were going to change.Heather was still lying there with her half-exposed pussy on display when she asked, “Do you want to try out the merchandise?”I had known this pretty little thing for less than a half-hour. I asked, “Now?”She mumble something like the sooner the better as she was pulling her sweater up over her head, bra and all. All twisted together she threw it on the floor and lifted her ass off the bed. Her skirt and panties got tangled up together and hit the floor too.She was.