She was about to be gang banged and her heart was beating rapidly in anticipation. She felt a pair of hands grab her ankles. She held her breath as...she waited to be speared by a hard dick. But then there was a pause, and the hands let go of her. Tammy looked down her body towards her legs and then saw Rolando. He had stepped in ahead of the other guy. He took his privilege of being the host of this party to be the first man to have her tonight. He was naked except for the Panama straw. "She stepped up closer to me, and with her hands she raised the hem of her dress, as if she was a whore in Follies Bergére, revealing a reddish, battered and swollen pussy, leaking juice down her thighs. Then she pushed my knees apart and stood as close as she could come. She put her arms round my head and pressed it against her breasts. My God, how she smelled. A pungent mix of sweat, juice, sperm and stale perfume."Touch it," she whispered, "but be gentle. It's a bit worn."My God, she. It also comes with elements of humiliation and degradation which have always been potent for me. One problem with being a sissy as opposed to a crossdresser is that far fewer men are interested in sissies than in convincing tgirls so that for a while expressing myself as a sissy was generally a solitary one.You wait for a bus for ages and then three come along at the same time. This has been the case with me in the past year. There are new developments in my sissy life. Suddenly I have contact. Sitting in my chair now with my skirt back, hand in my panties fingering my clit and pushing it up inside of myself again and again until to was close to 11 o’clock. Before this I would have never done such a thing let alone asked a person to a motel to fuck while also saying to myself tin my own astonishment “Shit, I have two boyfriends now along with a husband”. Here I am a mother of two just an average everyday woman that you would see at the grocery store, but now a hotwife married to a.