“Now let’s see what you have on under here…” She’s in between my legs, sliding my shorts off. “Ahh, lacy panties? Mmm Cassie likes.” She...licks her lips and slides my panties off. She runs her index finger over my already wet slit. “Well somebody must have been having a good dream. You must tell me about it later. But for now…” At that she runs her tongue in between my lips, and laps up some of my sweet nectar. “You taste so good, baby.” She says, before diving in to start her attack on my clit.. Annie actually took a job as a table girl in a famous bakery coffee shop nearby because she loved the perk of free coffee and croissants early in the morning when she was still tingling with the thoughts of her kinky compliance from the night before. She was able to blend in and make her way without much difficulty because of her ingrained submissiveness that made her popular with even the meanest of the men with money interested in aiding the career of young artists and models lacking. Connie took the hint and lay back as I moved in to savor her dewy love canal. This time I wasn’t as gentle and went a little wild in my pursuit of her orgasmic juices. She quickly headed down the path toward nirvana and started her now familiar quaking, but I wouldn’t be satisfied until she squirted all over my face. I lashed at her clit and dove into her slit with my tongue as her climax continued, but there was still no squirting.It suddenly dawned on me that that only occurred before with. Lane heard my nylons zip and my dress swish as I got up. Icould tell he was watching me as I minced and wiggled on the highstiletto heels as I left the living room.There would be no operation. It would have been a logical conclusionbut he didn't need to take me any further, he had what he wanted and hehad me where he wanted me. I was stuck in a bizarre sissy crossdressing world not a woman but no longer a man either. With nowhere togo because I couldn't fit into society as a man any longer.