She threw the tube aside and rubbed some of it on the giant dildo. My ass was still open and K-Y oozed out and onto my balls. She loosened the cables ...lightly and grabbed my dick and told me to raise up and lean to one side. She slid half under me and placed the head against my slick red asshole. Even open as it was, it still looked terribly out of proportion. She hunched forward and I felt my ass trying to expand to accommodate this new invader. The pain was terrific as my hole gave way and. ' All the time she looked up at me with very wide eyes. Once finished and her breathing steadied, her hand reached up behind my head and drew me closer, saying, 'That has never happened to me before.' I must have looked questioning and she went on, 'I've only ever been with my husband before and he never touched me there with his hands.' I didn't know quite how to respond so I simply slid my hands down and round her waist and cuddled her.Of course, this meant that my erection was now squashed. I’m not sure if I’m relieved or disappointed that all I’m putting out are drinks. I’m not a prude or anything, and I’ve had all my shots. Plus, it’s not like this crowd is really prone to disease. There’s about two hours of clearing glasses when I decide to take a break in one of the empty lounge rooms. We all get two fifteen minute breaks to do whatever we want as long as we don’t upset the members, so I sprawl on a cushy leather couch, flip on the stereo to one of their various Nails mixes,. I knew that I should have hated this. I was not a faggot.Yet I felt a desire to leave my hand there. It was like some kind of super confirmation that I was a woman for him, even though he had my cockette in his hand. I felt every inch like a girl about to be seduced for the first time, and I loved how it felt."Do you like how I feel about you Sissy Miss Debi?"His words seemed to crash deep inside of my psyche. Yes, it was true. How could it not be true. You cannot get to be much more of a sissy.