My face was covered with tears, which still streamed out of my eyes, seemingly unaware of the cessation of my discipline. My buttocks and thighs burne... and throbbed in pain. Pain like I’d never ever experienced before.My sobbing seemed to be subsiding along with a slowing of my breathing. I wondered if I would be made to wait before being given the privilege of serving Tiffany, who had remained on the front edge of her chair, her skirt raised to her waist and her legs apart.I could see the pink. A waist clincher was purchased to give me more of an hourglass figure. I hadn't purchased breast forms at this stage, but I did have little man boobs anyway, which would fill an A cup.When I was dressed I would spend my time on the chat rooms, chatting mainly to other sissies and sometimes guys. I would enjoy flirting and always tried to say things and behave as a girl would.There were several chat rooms dedicated to people who wanted to arrange real life meets and they always seemed to be the. . uh ... hi."He swallowed. "I guess you're, um, having fun then?" Oh, lots," I squealed. Leah's hand was at my breast, giving it a squeeze. She seemed to get more excited at being watched. My heart was racing and I was positively dripping juices from my cunt. It was strangely exhilarating being watched. Feeling bold, I slid my hand up Leah's skirt and felt her naked ass and gave it a squeeze. "Are you getting in the elevator, honey?" Um, no, I'll get the next elevator, Rach," my husband said. Paula’s face was a mask of passion. Her breasts jiggled and her body shook with paroxysm after paroxysm of joy. Finally, spent and satisfied, she let herself collapse into Bobby’s arms. He remained in her, still hard, delighted by the way her rippling vaginal walls were caressing his cock. ‘You really fuck good!’ he told her. ‘Ummmm!’ Paula replied. She wriggled against him, burrowing into his arms as if she couldn’t get close enough to him. Snuggled in each other’s arms, they stayed on the.