" Please, Susan..." Ann begged, tugging at Susan's thighs, trying to pull Susan's pussy down to her face again. "Please, lick my twat ... I'll do your... again..."Susan whimpered before dropping her body back down upon Ann again.Melissa giggled. "That's right, my little lezzie fucksluts. Lick, lick, lick. Make each other cum again. Oh, and I bet you both adore the taste of pussy now, don't you?"Melissa leaned back in her chair, her legs parting. She let out her breath in a slow, sultry sigh.. Sure she loved women over men, but what she really loved was a sissy. Apretty girly boy she could control completely. Oh yes she loved the powerand she wouldn't give it up for anything in the world.She still loved Marcy in some way but seeing her all embarrassed was justto precious to pass on even if it was completely wrong. What might havebeen the hardest realisation for her to come to terms with was that shewas really twisted when it came to loving. After all no one would dosomething like. Tad was always pleased to talk to me. I would tell him how the Orioles were doing, but he kept close tabs on our progress on the Internet so it was hard to tell him anything he didn’t already know. I’d been sending him autographed baseballs from big-name players around the league. It was easy (and fun) to coax an autograph from an opposition team’s best-known player, box it up for Tad, and drop it off at a UPS store or a post office. He was acquiring a nice little collection.And I kept telling. As he pulled into Joan's driveway, the door opened and she came out. Alex's jaw almost visibly dropped open. His soon-to-be ex-fiancee was stunning! She was wearing a dark red mini-dress that clung to her body like a second skin. The hem stopped several inches above her knees but still covered everything – at least it did while she was standing. The dress was complimented by a matching pair of heels."Damn," Alex said aloud to the empty car, "she's going to make this hard."She opened the door.