I would takepictures of myself and post them on the internet for others to admire. Ifound a workout tape that really focused on the girly figure and ...eganworking out every night. I went from a size 16 down to a size 9. I wasnot the hottest crossdresser ever, but other than actual transgendergirls on hormones, I would probably put myself in the top 200 on the net.I dressed conservatively, but very feminine. Blue knit sweater, blackskirt, almost black stockings and black boots. Of course,. "Please?" I breathed into the night air."Please, just take me!" He didn't answer just thrust his hips, burying the first few inches into me. I moaned with relief. He thrust again and we both sighed as he bottomed out, his balls hitting against my ass. I felt so full and so good. He began to move his hips against mine as I bit down on his shoulders to stop moaning out too loud! "Give it to me baby!" I challenged. He did: harder and faster. Hitting right up against my cervix, making me gasp with. ‘Silence is golden. Now shut the fuck up.’ Even with my coldness, the fool came back for more. He came to my bed every single night for more, despite my cruel teasing and sheer coldness. I loved this power. I marveled at it. As he walked into the room that night wearing nothing but his boxer shorts, I sat quietly on the bed in my see-through lace lingerie, unimpressed. ‘Back for more, I see?’ I asked with spite. Jake blushed red. ‘I just enjoy making love to my girlfriend. Is that so wrong?’ I. Then she too was gone.Still curious about how the show ran, Nicholas watched attentively as the crew broke down the set and hoped he might get the chance to ask a few questions. A chance he wasn't going to get as Lisa reappeared from off stage and said she'd walk them back to the green room. The implication was clear if unspoken. It was time to go.Reluctantly, Nicholas followed Lisa and Hillary back through the long corridor to the green room. Roger was standing outside in the hall and as soon.