“Oh cunt please. Like I was actually going to put it THERE.”I pressed the head of my cock against her ass. I felt her try to shift. “One chance ...itch. Somewhere in your house is a sex toy. Somewhere. Tell me where it is and I won’t tear you open.” I lied. I think she knew I was a fucking liar, but she didn’t have a choice. Defying me would be dangerous with the head of my cock right against her pink little asshole. It wasn’t like she could really say no.“Middle drawer on the right of the bed”. The intercom buzzed and I heard my boss' voice, "Coffee?"I clicked mine and answered, "It's on its way right now, Mr. Jacobs."I gave the cup a few stirs as I walked into his office, checking my beautiful transsexual body in the mirror as I did. He didn't notice me walk in. My hair would have to be on fire for him to notice something not on his computer screen. I'm not knocking Mr. Jacobs; he's a great boss. He's just the type that is completely engrossed in his work; he doesn't take time to. People talk about an empty space, after the loss of a loved one. Their descriptions don't even come close to the real feelings. Lucy had been gone only a month and I still saw her everywhere I looked. I wondered if she would ever be truly gone. Maybe that was what immortality was. "Well old girl I'm off to a new place and a new adventure."The time came when I finally had to leave the lake. Not because I was on a schedule, I simply ran out of food and coffee. The lake still had an appeal, but. .. don't know." A damn shame. Every girl should, from time to time. Women are delicious. As you'll soon find out. Go over to her right now," he pointed toward the younger girl, "on your knees, and ask her nicely if you can please use her pussy to make your mouth smell better."The kneeling woman slid across the tile, the slick sheen of her nylons making it less clumsy than it should have been. She looked up at her younger, brunette namesake and, with a trembling lip, mumbled, "May I please use.