It stemmed from some long forgotten slight over payment for a proper baptism for one of old Mister Candlewick's large brood. The young son Jeffrey too... Mary by the hand and led her to the secret entry to the priest-hole. It was a place she had been told to "stay away from unless it is an emergency". It certainly did appear that this would constitute an emergency since the approaching mob was armed with pitchforks and burning sticks that lit up the dark night shadows. It was unlikely they would. It does not matter whether it is keyholding, verbal abuse and humiliation, my hormone therapy or just remind me again and again that I am not worth to have sex with woman because I am pathetic or giving me their cock to practice blowjobs and anal.I will post all my experiences and thoughts in this blog because I want to share it and also to give other sissy newbies a clue and help them to manage their thoughts and feelings. I know how hard it is to be aloe with all that, I had this phase for. She tried to think of a close friend who may have hands like that but could not think of a name.The hand disappeared for a couple moments and Marg began to think its owner had left before she felt the touch on her lips. There was a smell of old piss and sweat but Marg knew her duty and opened her lips. The cock head was fat and Marg realized it would be a good sized cock if she could see it. She was pulled further to the side of the bed so its owner could stand beside the bed and feed her. A. So were my tits. I woke up with panties that had the word SLUT written across the crotch in lipstick. Do you remember that, Eve?Eve; It was something I'd rather not think about and neither should you, Marcie.Paul: Sounds like a really bad experience.Marcie: It was.Paul: But here you are, looking for more action.Marcie: [Grinning] Yeah, here I am. Want to take a crack at me, handsome?Paul: I have some tequila at my place.Marcie: What are we wasting time here for? Let's party!Eve: Marcie ... you.