I could sense her pussy juices coating my trunks. “Please give me more! Make me cum! It feels so good! Fuck me with your fingers!” she almost crie.... I let go off her clit, and lubed my fingers in her pussy juices. I shoved two of them deeply inside her. She experienced some sort of little shock. Her body got all tensed. But soon she was relaxing, and coming back to rocking her hips back and forth, on my fingers this time. I wrapped my free arm around her to press her body hard on mine. “Do you. My cock was telling me that I was reallyturned on by being a sissy girl.Did my parents know what I was doing at this minute? I'd die ofembarrassment if anyone ever found out about it.It was time to set the tables right with that damn man out there,who'd turned me into such a fag. How could he have done it to me? Howcome I did not fight and scream about it? It seemed to me, that I wasjust accepting every lacy silky stitch that he was making me wear, andworst of all, I had dressed myself up like. "I know I have put on a few pounds since I have been in college, butthat doesn't mean he should call me fat ass," Alice said aloud as shetwisted her body in an effort to look at her ass.Alice finally managed to position herself so she could get a clear lookat her behind. There was no denying that it had grown larger since shehad left for college a year ago, but it didn't look that bad shethought. Alice sighed and began to examine the rest of her body.Alice wasn't the hottest woman out there. The swabs had not had much luck holding a line formation against the grindylow. The riggers, in contrast, didn’t bother trying to keep a formation. They were generally lighter than the swabs, faster, and better at fighting up close. The short blades they carried were excellent weapons against these strange foes. What had been one big losing battle quickly became a cluster of skirmishes, overlapping and bumping into each other. Against organized, clever opponents it would have been a disaster..