Most other cross-dresserscan hardly speak through nerves and some are just plain rude. I likedthat and have some alternative tastes myself. I want you...to become mynext plaything and project. Would you like that sweetie?" She said thelast part very huskily."Yes," I managed to stammer out"Yes what?" Yes, please Mistress Alison." Good sissy, remember I like manners. Ok, enough talk, here is myaddress. Come by this evening at 8." See you later on and thank you for talking to me, Mistress Alison."I. The worst thing about it was she really didn't know why she was being so pissy. "Maybe because I don't feel like being mauled like I was some two bit hooker," she snapped.She could see the anger as it flashed in his eyes, turning them to gold. He pushed his hand into his hair, and she could see that she'd gotten to him. "Two bit hooker? Dammit Mira, I've done no such thing." Maybe in your eyes."Hunter glared at her and she could see that he was now angry. He reached out, grabbing her arm and. Wednesday, Lissa said that her potential fertile period had come to an end and I was given a rest from fertilization duty. Some duty. Making love to Lissa any time of day or night. I walked around with a silly grin plastered on my face. Wendy and Melody gave me almost twenty-four hours’ rest before they attacked me to extract their own payments for being so patient. I paid willingly, and then offered a bonus.By Thursday night, I was relaxed. I had no pretense that my committee would consider my. It was Their mansion. The happy week I had spent here before I had sacrificed my virginity to my God flooded into me. I laughed in delight, shifting on the soft grass of the field.“I'm in Heaven,” I laughed, falling back onto the grass.A shadow fell across me. “It's not quite Heaven,” a woman purred.“Sakura?” I asked at the Japanese maid. She was petite, dressed in the skimpy maid's outfit, the blouse gauzy, her small breasts and dark nipples bleeding through the fabric.“Hello, Isabella. How.