’ We sat in the restaurant facing each other. Rita ordered the ‘Chat’ and we waited to be served. She was wearing blue-faded jeans with a white ...ea shirt on top. She wore what seemed a flimsy lacy bra. As my eyes drank on the feast in front of me, Rita’s cheek grew rosy first and then crimson later. Her nipples peaked out and strained against her T-shirt. She avoided my eyes and looked around the restaurant. The waiter came with the plates of Chat and broke our tension. As we were eating I felt. From somewhere in the distance, she almost felt she could hear a jilted ex-girlfriend’s vaguely hysterical laughter aimed at her. Trying to put the thought out of her mind, she concentrated on the instructions now being delivered to her.“I expect you have given yourself a feminine name which you assume is your identity. If you have done so then I have no desire to know it. To me you are simply ‘sissy’. That is your name and your title and your essence as far as I am concerned.”“Sir, yes, I. I remember the first time I touched his cock, it happened at 16. We had gone out to a movie and afterward he was to walk me home. We knew that my mother and father would not be home and they had given me a door key to make sure that I could get into the house. We sat on the porch for a few minutes, doing our normal kissing and hugging when all of a sudden he took my door key and dropped it down the front of his pants and told me that if I wanted the key I would have to search for it. I told him. With all these frustrations I sometimes think to have sex with a different guy with a motto to conceive. During this period I saw madhan in a park. I used to go the park near to my home daily from around 6 to 6:45 p.m., madhan is a tall healthy guy who used to walk briskly with long strides covering my one round with his three.Madhan used to look at me with his lust filled eyes whenever he passed me; I was hesitant to make a move. As the days passed by his glances changed into stares, one fine.