I love you as a man to a woman. A beautiful and desirable woman."She was crying now. I held her in my arms and she seemed to melt, cowering on the cro...k of my shoulder. After a long time, I lifted her face to mine. "Please. Let me just kiss you. Just once."She closed her eyes in acceptance and I bent down and pressed my lips to hers, tenderly. I wiped her tears from her face as our kiss continued. Soon, she was kissing back with some insistence as I moved over her on the couch. Her hands went. Tiffany was in shock...for a moment. She felt power, control and sheer sex-driven dominance. She ripped off the last tatters of her clothes and watched a beautiful warrior stand proud, naked and mean. Tiffany felt like she could take over the world, if she didn’t fuck it first. Speaking of which. She turned and saw, on her smaller mirror, the name and address of her next fuck boy. Except, no. She wasn't going to find him. She was going to bring him to her, and them. She made some calls. The. He gentlyeased her panties off and released her erection from within the confinesof her lingerie. The term 'she' was titular because all of the women whoworked in the Sissy bar either had been or were still men ortranssexuals as they were correctly known as.She felt his mouth engulf her now erect penis and felt his hands uponher buttocks as they pressed her hips downwards so as to swallow herwhole.In return she began to finger his anus, enjoying the sensation as hermiddle finger slipped in. “Can you do that whenever you want to,?” asked the guy.I started to begin to tell them about love being a needed factor but I thought I should hold back on telling them that. I needed love stimulation to be able to fire off explosive gizem but I wanted to maintain my penis as my only weapon, an element of surprise, since I had nothing else in the world, not even any clothes, to protect me. My penis was my only hope.“At one time, before the nymphs were finished with their adjustment work using.