“Please can I cum, Papi? Please?!”He pulled back again, bringing the riding crop down on my left breast. “Looks like you're quite built up. You ...ould love to let it out, wouldn't you?”“Yes, Papi.” I laid there, my legs shaking, panting as I waited for his next move. I felt his finger hold apart the lips of my pussy, his tongue flicking my clit, and the riding crop sticking my right breast again. I shrieked at the combination of the pain and his tongue. He did it again,striking the left, sending. The plot of the story is much like "Groundhog Day" with Bill Murray.But obviously with a TG twist.---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------It was Monday afternoon on a sunny summer day in San Diego. As usual,Andy was pushing his hot dog cart along the boardwalk, plying his wares.------------------------------------------------------------------------Hot Dogs! Get your hot dogs here!God he hated saying that. He hated the sound of it coming out of. “are you sure?” seema replied, “bastard, i am not talking about her, get inside me.” and she laid out on the bed and pulled me towards her… lola was zapped… she thought i was going to take her, but seema decided against it. I was sorry for lola; also for myself, because i wanted to fuck her badly. But seema was the leader. I had to bide by her rule. So i got down between her thighs and inserted my dick inside her throbbing cunt and began to pump her without any preliminaries because i wanted to. The scent of the perfume I had on, the taste of the lipstick, the sway of the skirt and the heft of the breastforms gave me confidence, maybe unwarranted, but with my hair now so feminine, nothing about the way I looked spoke of a boy in a dress. I relaxed and let her take us to her new shop. Set in a wealthy neighborhood, her shop was painted pink and rose, just like my room. Inside were racks of dresses, suits and formals, a small area of lingerie, including bras and panties, babydoll.