I sit on the bed wringing my hands, and wondering if I am doing the right thing. I then tell myself, “Go for it baby, too late to turn back now. Bes...des, you my dear need a good ole fashioned fucking!” A knock at the door startles me. I quickly light the candle in the bedroom, and as I walk through the living room, dim the lights. As I move toward the front door, I can feel, and hear the wet sounds of my pussy.I swallow hard, then peak to see who is at the door, the figure matches the picture. " Did you have to use that word?" Sarah asked sadly, "Victim?" If the shoe fits, dear," Nell replied. "However, suppose your subject is now afraid to approach a woman with the hopes of, ah, physical intimacy? It would be rather off- putting to make a move and suddenly be as feminine as his intended." Unless he was at a gay bar - yes, I can see your point. So, I guess I have to find Mr. Prescott, then, and assure him that he's not going to... cross over the gender line the first time he asks a. " Shelby explained.Sighing Derrick knew she was right but there were times, he had no choice himself, but to push like that. He had accomplished many a great thing with him doing that.Anyway I look at it, I think Mary needs to take a look at the record of the many things I have done. Just because I am exhausted does it mean that I am in any type of danger."Shelby, have you..." Derrick started."Yes Derrick, she has been hooked to my generators for 4 days, now she should emerge in almost an hour.. When we ordered another drink she told the bar man, "This is my sugar man."After we finished our drinks, she whispered to me, "Would you walk me home, sugar man?" I told her I would. We got up and she put out her arm for me to take. Then as we headed for the door, she turned her head back towards the bar and called out, "Look what I got!"Oh my God, I knew I was going to be fucking her. The sun was bright as we left the darkness of the bar. There were people out and about as we walked done the.