“She’s pretty competitive.”“We passed on adding ‘gang’ to ‘bang’,” I noted.“Oh Jesus,” she said with a laugh.“Some of those wo...ds,” I said, shaking my head. “‘Feltch?’ Really?”“I know,” Liz said. “I was pretty proud of that one. The next game is going to be just you and me. I’m going to order a book of sexual positions and we’re going to work our way through.”“Are we going to post that to InstaGram, too?” I asked.“We’d break the Internet, Babe,” Liz said, winking at me. “We probably should get. His cock twitched after she said that, leaking more precum. She smiled to herself."No, don't! Please?" he begged her."They're mine," she said tugging on the leash, "now shut up and lay down on your back."She got up and walked over to the bench and grabbed a few things. She turned around and smiled when she saw his eyes widen at what she had in her hands. She was still holding the riding crop, but she had grabbed a large candle and a flogger too.She walked over to where he was laying and knelt. OK, youmight be a better cocksucker than me, but that man you swear is not a fagloves to give me anal. He says my sissy pussy is tighter than yours andit makes him cum harder than yours" If I knew that anal was so important to him I would given him it, but hehad you to satisfy that sexual hunger of his." Isn't that what you want, not to have to give him anal." Yes but you are a sissy and a sissy can't leave.?" Don't question if I am able to leave. For I am." You cannot leave me, you are. A desperate, all-consumingdesire to..."I..."You swallow nervously and try again, and this time you find your voice."I... am a girl."You stare at yourself in the mirror, and in your reflection you can seeyourself accepting it, no, *embracing* it."I am a girl. I am a girl. I am a girl. I am a girl. I am a girl..." I... I am a girl!"You repeat it to yourself, again and again and again, each time alittle louder."I... am a GIRL!"You throw your head back and laugh, the sound of your laughter.