.. I think I have to, but I'm scared. I could end up like one of thesepeople." I get that. But maybe, if you aren't alone, that wont happen." I dont p...ss, though. I cant see how I could make it work." Maybe one time, you could come in as your real self, and get someobjective opinions on what you need." I .. I will have to think about that." I said, and fled the building.Weeks went by, and finally with the support of many friends online, Istepped out in a skirt, and drove down to the Pride. The man reaches down and licks it all up before kissing me, thanking me for the great experience. You raise your head and ask if he´d like to taste my pussy also and if he could have another erection he could have my pussy too. His eyes are light up and he nods. You then shift places. Your cock is still hard and you lead it into my mouth again, I simply love how it feels inside me.The man places himself between my legs and you ask him how long it was since he last tasted a pussy. He blushes and. Sally assumed she would have to bend over it to be spanked, but the beam was very narrow and she thought it would be pretty uncomfortable to bend over it for long. Anyway Phil had said she had to ride it. What did he mean?Phil made Sally stand close against it, and adjusted the height of the beam so it was level with her waist, too high for her to bend over if she was meant to keep her feet on the ground. But anyway that wasn't what was required.She was shocked when she discovered Phil's. I called after her and followed her sobs to her room, I knocked gently on her door and slowly opened it to see her lying face down on her bed sobbing her heart out. I wanted to comfort her and make things right but I didn’t know what to do. I walked over to her bed and stroked her hair softly telling her that things would be fine. She turned to face me and throught heavy sobbing told me she was ashamed of herself and that she was a dirty slut. I started to cry telling her that she wasn’t a slut.