I struck up a conversation with a young guy who was working at the stable, he was very thin and probably no more than 18 or 19, not what anyone would ...onsider good looking and his name was Andy. He was more of a geek type but he was well groomed and neat given he was working in a stable, very proper. I brought him a coffee about an hour after our first conversation. He seemed happy to see me come back with a cup in my hand.Our conversation shifted to his life outside of work, he had no. " He lets me go and sits in the armchair in the corner of the room. "Pauline, please check that the sissy hasn't undone anything." One of the women comes over to me and checks all the straps and knots. "She's fine Graham," she says.'Okay, let's have her kneeling on the bed facing me, please.' The two women grab me, and force me up onto my knees, then they turn me around to face their boss. He has picked Mistress Emma's flogger off the spare bed and is playing with it. 'Not so clever now, are. Do you think this is wrong?" No, I don't think it's wrong although I somehow think you shouldhave been here much earlier in your life." What do you mean?" What I mean my dear Christina, in my opinion, you are not a reallythe transvestite you think you are, I think you are, in fact, atranssexual." A what?" A transsexual, one who thinks they have been born into the wrongsex." I know what a transsexual is. No, I don't think so. Don't you thinkI would have known about this years ago. How do you. The palm of his hand gently slid over my already wet pussy. His fingers teased across my lips and clit. My moans became louder. His fingers opened me up while pushing them inside me. My hands grasped the bed sheets and my nails dug into them, as another finger entered me. I trembled and shook as his thumb moved across my clit. It sent tremors through my body that caused me to lose control.He removed his fingers from me and brought them to his mouth and tasted one, then moved them to my lips. He.