He looked down at where we were about to become one. It looked intimidating, but I had to swallow any doubt. I wanted this. Not even my rational side ...as going to talk me out of it.“I should be wearing a condom,” he said suddenly.For some reason, a spike of panic lanced through my heart. “You keep making excuses,” I whispered, and his eyes widened. “Do you… not want to?”“That’s totally not what I’m saying. Come on, you know that.” His voice was reassuring, and I wanted to believe him. He rested. He doesn't notice, but as far as he is concerned, he has a sissy clitty, no longer a cock... and it's so good to stroke his sissy clitty. Yes, he has a sissy clitty... a pink rubber pantied sissy clitty... and it feels so good to girlishly rub his clitty's forehead like a girl would. He secretly wishes he had a Master around, to suck his cock. This brings Clark to an orgasm... not a hard, deep one, but more of a relief and reward... his sissy cum starts to slide down from the rubber tube,. Then he put it against my ass and eased it in. I couldn't believe how nasty I felt, letting him finger my ass, and I couldn't believe how good it felt. I began cumming right away. My sphincter tightened around his finger and I pulled his face back to my pussy. I ground my pussy hard into his face as I came and came.I think I decided then and there that I was going to let him have my anal cherry, but later when he was doing me doggie style and he asked me if he could, I chickened out. I told him. The two women looked at each other, frowning.“We try and keep Dolareido from becoming too slimy a place, you know,” Jessy said.“Y-Yeah. It’s not like w-we just ... it’s not like Tijuana.”It was Art’s turn to frown, his and Matt’s. Eric, on the other hand, was confused. The Tijuana remark seemed almost random.“I can’t go two feet without smelling how fucked up this city can be, Tash,” Art said. Oh, Tash had picked up a previous conversation she’d had with Art.“B-But it’s not nearly as bad as.