Flynn. And I cantell you, Mr. Flynn is a great sissy fucker."Samantha was such a little tramp. Wiggling that beautiful ass of hersall over the neigh...orhood.Was I jealous?Yes!I was jealous that Samantha wasn't spending all her fuck time with me.But I was even more jealous that Samantha seemed to be getting a fargreater variety of great sissy sex than I was.Maybe it was time to close that gap.Chapter Five - The Stalker and the StalkedI guess you could say that I stalked Mr. Flynn over the next. He dug in, and we joined him.Ellie and I cuddled for sleep after our shower, content and happy.The weekend went by too quickly and I returned home on the 8th, sated and very much in love.The afternoons were blissful for Ellie and me. We'd lay out or walk, talking and getting to know each other. We had a healthy lust for one another, but I wanted to know her well enough to anticipate her needs and wants and satisfy them if I could. I wanted to know her secrets, her desires, her most intimate. She had small but firm breasts with dark nipples and narrow hips; her green eyes looked at me greedily as I undressed, and she pulled me to bed and moaned happily as I knelt before her on the floor instead of climbing atop her. I spread her lips wide with my thumbs and inspected her lips thoroughly in their nest of light brown hair thick between her thighs and sparser on her mount. I left the bedside light on as I played lovingly with her cunt, licking all around her lips and clit and kissing. ‘Yes! Give me a fight, I’ve been in such need of this!’ I scream, as I drive the shorter blade into his vitals. Then others are upon us, trying to pull him from me, but I let them not. I skin my teeth into his throat and tear the skin and flesh away in such a gorgeous way. He screams and so do I. When I decide that others should join this rancorous, I slash around me with my dagger, letting the blade taste again the hot flesh of other men. Then my rapier is back in my hand, ripped from the man.