I walked over to the draw where I keep my kinky gear to get the keys. However, to my surprise, after rummaging around the draw, no keys were there. I ...ooked a bit further around the room, but found none.I went to get some aspirin while pondering my situation. I hadn't realised quite how cunning my drunken self was, but I would have to outwit him... I mean, me. Surely my sober self was cleverer than my drunken self?I found a clue, which was just what I was worrying about. A muddy footprint near. So they did. The guest reached down to help her to her feet. He pulled her close, her erect nipples pressed against his chest as he kissed her. He could taste his cock on her lips. He reached down to cup her ass to pull her closer. While neither said anything they both shared the same thought: this was the first time they really kissed. He brought her over to the couch, and she settled back, nestled in the corner of the couch. She pulled one leg back, her pussy open, exposed, and inviting.. My fingers bumped against a small, hard lump inside her pussy, that made her legs twitch and spasm slightly. I felt around, trying to find it again. As soon as I touched it, I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers and she bagan to moan loudly. I quickened my fingering of her, making short and fast movements with my hand and she let loose a burst of screams.“Ahh aaah right there! aaah aahhh yes! aaah” she cried as a jet of warm fluid shot out of her pussy, and hit me on my neck. Another spurt. I hear Ian's voice. It is everywhere. It is my universe. I must obey it.Each of his words will become part of me. I have no resistance."A sissy girl, that is what you are. Sexy, feminine, submissive, andgirlish. You were once a man, but no more. You love being a sissy, andthat causes you great embarrassment. Doesn't it?" Yes," I say."You walk daintily. You love being weak. You love pretty clothes. Youlove speaking as a cute, little girl, don't you?"Yes." Feel yourself becoming even more.