.. oooohhhhh." Wendy moaned as she felt the intrusion her hips moved more rapidly as the girls worked on her.Diane nodded at Veronica who increased th... pace of her fingers once more. Diane stepped back quickly, pulling her finger from the girls bottom. With one continuous movement she raised the cane and brought it down hard, it's whippy bamboo curling around the juncture between the girls bottom and thighs."Arrrggh... aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrgggggghhhh." Wendy screamed, her orgasm of pleasure. Men's clothing was, andis, purpose driven, rough, confining and restrictive in all aspects; theform and function of it was strictly enforced as though it was auniform. Women's clothing on the other hand was about freedom andbeauty. Men's clothing is boring; women's clothing exciting. Womenexpressed themselves through their clothing, men weren't supposed toexpress themselves at all.All through my teenaged years my crossdressing experimentation continuedand expanded but was limited to what of my. No wonder there were miners coming almost every weekend. Then I saw my first real robot outside of Virtu, a humanoid shaped machine pushing a floor cleaning machine across the already spotless floor. As deserted the Space port was, the Shopping mall side of it was not. While I saw no men, there were many women and girls and all seemed to be Off-Worlders as none of them wore traditional dresses. I passed the Entrance to the mall and kept on going into the main Arrival and departure area and. The guys on her team always liked giving her the low and high wiring jobs for a reason. Her cupid cupcakes were startlingly obvious; either front or side on. She was no flat chested tomboy playing with fuses. However: what set Tony apart today was her company short sleeved work shirt. It was a stinker of an afternoon. It was stifling hot, no breeze, and forty Celsius in the shade, as the radio kept repeating between the background music. It was still and windless, no breeze yet off the harbour.