.." Shea began, but I stopped her."Perhaps it's time we moved to the dungeon."So saying, I headed for the kitchen. When I looked back, Shea was behind...me, but Amy still knelt where she had been.I looked at Shea. "Aren't you forgetting something?"The brunette, her shirt hanging off one shoulder, fetchingly framing one lovely breast, flushed deep red.She turned back to Amy and commanded, "Come along, slave!"Amy rose to her feet and followed, two steps behind her temporary mistress. While these. I was a tranny, my uncle Jamie is a tranny and EarlWeston's father was a tranny."Jasmine's smile faded."You say you were a tranny." Yes, until I became a sissy. Now I'm so much a female now, the wordtranny hardly applies."Jasmine looked me up and down critically."Well ain't that the truth but you've still got what it takes."I smiled a little self-consciously as Jasmine patted the lap of mymicro-skirt. With that Shirley, who'd commandeered the front seat ofthe cab, gave a squeak of. There were no more hiccups with any of the loads and all the drivers went away happy but not as happy as I was, I'd earned twenty pounds for unloading and refuelling each boat and my wedding to Annie was less than two weeks away, I now had a provisional driving license which meant I could legally drive on the roads with a qualified driver, I'd had a few lessons from Frank and he'd quizzed me on the highway code, so I was pretty confident that I'd pass my test when the time came.It came sooner. He was grinning triumphantly at her. He wore no underclothes; there was nothing between his muscular body, his stiff shaft, and the rough denim of his jeans. His skin was hot and sticky. Grimy. Marie’s fingers stuck to his shaft as she gripped him and instinctively she moved her tight fist up and down, feeling his length and girth, feeling the wetness of his pre-cum oozing from the eye of his cock. She moved closer. He smelt unwashed, but overwhelmingly masculine. Her husband always smelt.