Sissy, fag, queer. Maybe the names finally made me what I was. I was more girl than boy. I was sensitive, caring, loving, and meant well. I wouldn't h...rt anyone or anything. This was what I was. So be it. I was all those names and more. Later, the names progressed to transvestite, then transsexual. I heard them all as I worked my way through college. I danced, I stripped, I did lap dances and yes, swapped cash for sex. Not proud, but I set out to be free of all others and I reached my goal.By. I am not used to doing that, I promise I will do better", was Paula's response. Amanda's jaw was on the floor still. When I inquired later, I found out that complaining that they did not know how to do something was not a safe thing for a sister to do. They learned how to do it. They would have sat in front of the replicators, not eating and sleeping on the floors, for days trying to make it work. They knew when I asked about the overalls they were not going to have the time to do that. They. My educated tongue soon brought her to heaving climax,her knees clamped about my head and her hands pressingme into her seething groin. I delved deeply, pullingon her wide lips and eventually found her stalk-likeclit and produced another squalling crest. Sheactually gushed on my face.“No, no, no,” the lovely girl under me gasped as Ilicked and sucked her vulva, “I should be doing you.Let me up, please, please.”I licked her plump thighs, nibbled at her outer lips,probed. "This last statement surprised Gretchen, especially since she was already surprised by Nina's return. Not only had she come back, but she was offering herself as even more of a slave than she had been. "What brought this on? I'm warning you—if you're doing it as a way to try to bribe me into taking you back, yesterday's whipping will seem like a gentle caress before I'm finished with you." No, Miss, it's nothing like that. My husband is on a new project and will be travelling quite a bit. That.