?Cross-dressing is a helpful thing.' It's like saying that I loveyou. I just can't believe what I say. I want to believe it, but I can't." Remember on... thing and this is worth repeating. You, and only you, ruinedyour time with Cynthia. She was not disturbed by your appearance. You weredisturbed by it."***After our session ended, I called Cynthia. Her voice mail answered. "Cynthia, it's Bill. I have to explain. I pushed you away because I didn'twant to kiss you while I wore a dress. I didn't. Without a word she reached over and grabbed John’s massive hard standing cock. He must have had ten inches and it was as big around as her wrist. Anne began stroking and rubbing John as he continued to tease her clit. Now his head was back and his breathing was labored and matching hers. John slid first one, then two fingers into Anne’s pussy and began thrusting and pushing against her. She just moaned harder and louder as he applied weight and friction while finger fucking her. Now I love Anne. ”“Hold on and I’ll ask ... She said she would be glad to.”“Call her, Rita.”She was already on her phone.“Hi Mom, we want you to meet us out at the tennis courts. Ms. Mavis said she would be glad to stop by and get you.”“What is everyone wearing?”“Just what we wore to school. Ms. Rita took her bra off as soon as we were in the car with her.”“Did she really? I think I’m going to like Rita Borelli, the more I learn about her. Tell Mavis I’ll be waiting down in the garage at five.”“Without your. My arse and thighs were sore. My little hole was sore and stretched. My body ached from the awkward position. My jaw ached from the gag trapping his juices in my mouth. I was still so very, very, very horny! My little clit, still trapped in its cage, my hormones raging. I was soooooo horny!!! I'd suck a table leg if Master demanded. Hell, I'd suck anyone he ordered me to. I'd let him, or anyone he wanted fuck me!After a time, I felt Master return again. Some fiddling under the table. I figured.