She had been one miserable teenager before getting this job. At a time when other girls her age were out dating, boys were not interested in a girl wi...h no legs. When others were getting jobs, she was stuck in physical therapy learning how to deal with the simplest of everyday tasks. Her mother had tried to keep her from looking for a job afraid that the rejections she was sure Denise would get would further crush the young woman’s spirit.She had been sitting near this very spot feeling. Because she wanted to. And that was part of what shamed, excited, scared her. And made her adore Him.As soon as they were seated at the restaurant table, she fidgeted and squirmed. All she could think about was sliding under the table and taking his cock in her mouth. She even had to use her napkin to wipe a little drool from the corner of her mouth as her mind kept painting the same picture over and over: on her knees, sliding his cock out of his pants and kissing, licking, sucking it until. ‘Would you like me to play with it again’?‘Yes please Jenny’. She took me in hand and began slowly stroking me. ‘Oh look Bill your skin folds back … mmmm that’s nice’ she whispered, as my swollen glans popped out of its protective layer. She then focused her attention on drawing my foreskin back and forward over the bulbous head of my stiff shaft. It felt wonderful. ‘Does it feel nice when I do that Bill’?‘It feels great Jenny’ ‘Will you cum again for me’? ‘I know you came twice last night’.. After seeing SissySocial.net get shut down, I wanted to make sure that I was able to appropriately recount all my encounters for posterity and not worry about them going away at a moment’s notice. In addition, I started sharing some pics of myself and really started exploring my femme side a little more.It is interesting, dressing femme has given me a different outlook on women’s mindsets when they get dressed up. I spent a couple of weeks really enjoying wearing a chastity device, a butt plug.