“Give me a neck rub.”He quickly figured out that it was just a ploy so that I could subtly rub my ass on his hardness, which I did. The neck rub f...lt good too, of course, and did nothing to dial back my stiff nipples or slow the spreading wet heat between my legs. I could feel him pushing back against me, grinding his hard cock into my bottom.He leaned forward and kissed my neck, then whispered in my ear, “We could go out where the water is deep enough to hide what we’re doing and get a lot. Sissies will spend more time looking at women’s outfits than they will looking at the women wearing them. Sissies keep their body hair shaved, likely wear panties (or more!) at all times, nail polish on their toes, etc. Being a sissy takes commitment and dedication. Sissies are bisexual, but not in the traditional sense. You aren’t going to see a sissy settle down and marry a man. You won’t find many that will say they find men attractive. Remember, a sissy seeks to become the embodiment of. ? He adds as he twists, tugs the moist flesh. ?They tasted the crop a few times? Didn’t they?? Again, silence from the men as he slowly circles behind her. ?Let’s take a look at this ass.? He exclaims as he lifts the bottom of the bondage sleeve, palms her left, then right butt cheek. ?A tramp stamp huh?? He scoffs as he pats the inked tribal tattoo on the small of her back, just above the faded whip marks crisscrossing her buttocks. ?Well? She shouldn’t have a problem with. Hissing in pain, he tried to pull away, and she retained just enough of her sanity to gentle her touch, whispering soft apologies as he pounded into her. Suddenly the coiled heat in her womb flung itself outward, and with a convulsive cry she reached the pinnacle of joy, all but mindless of the wash of seed as Abiron spent himself within her. @@@ She left in the dark, cold hours before dawn. She and Abiron had made love, gently, one last time. Almost too gently, she thought, and smiled in.