Like most redheaded women, Mara was a bit of a firecracker. She was soft spoken but had a smile that would melt even the crustiest of drivers, and she...was well liked by her peers. Still though, there was a hint of evil behind those beautiful light green eyes, an evil that was stoked from time to time and was sometimes hurtful to the recipient. Denny was smitten at the first sight of her.A man twenty years Mara’s senior, Denny never envisioned himself a possibility for Mara’s affections, in fact. "Ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh..." Paris let out a soft groan with each stroke as I gradually increased the intensity of my thrusting. My cock was now effortlessly sliding in and out, plunging deep into her squirming body. My strong hand left white bloodless marks on the soft, pliable skin of her ass as I gripped her with lustful vigor. My other hand twisted in her hair, providing traction as I pulled her back with every forceful stroke my muscular hips provided. "Ugh...ugh...ugh...ugh..." Her breath. So perfect, never gains weight, always in perfectly fittedclothes, so fashionable, so trendy. Hair just so, everything about heris so designed to say that she is better then you... than me. We usedto be rivals until I found her going through my desk. The folder withmy "special" letters and e-mails and stories and, of course, thosephotographs - the ones with me "dressed", were on her lap, and shecertainly understood what she had. She complimented me on how well Icould pass, what a girl I was. My. Mindlessly, I opened the last box. It contained a series of books--all ofthem dedicated to becoming a perfect sissy or a full-fledged cock slutand cum dump. There were books on makeup, fashion design, female graceas well as deep throat techniques, advanced bondage concepts and a booktitled "Animal Husbandry for the Kinky Farmer."Suddenly my office computer started flashing. It read "Turn on yourphone, slut!" I didn't even think of ignoring the command as I watchedmy computer begin to.