“I’m Ally’s friend who always hangs out with her whenever you were over at their place,” she explained. “Oh right, right,” he nodded as i... remembering her now. “Yeah, you and Casey looked a bit alike though so I wasn’t sure if you were her or not,” he explained. “No worries. I got used to being thought as Ally’s kid sister,” Jen smiled. And it was the truth. The similarities in built and feature between my sister and Jen was unbelievable that if they had their backs turned you wouldn’t be. " "Well, I just happened to have that exact same name. Lucky you," she said as she swept the sheet off us. "Oh, look who's all horny and ready. Are you ready, nice guy?" she asked of my dick as she leaned over and kissed the tip. Then she licked around the tip, swung a leg up over me, gripped my shaft and lowered herself down as she squirmed her pussy around working me into her. She shoved down, taking me all the way in. It was nice, it only got to be thrilling when she raised back up and then. They slid up the silkymaterial of my dress, and she started to rub my breast with one hand,and my crotch with the other. I had cum once already, and the wet padseemed to only further heighten my awareness of my penis. I reached backwith my hands and firmly grasped her ass, massaging the cheeks andtelling her that I couldn't wait to be on the other side of her,grabbing those cheeks and fucking her silly. She laughed at this andreplied with a simple, not if I do you first.The elevator finally. As horribly humiliating as parading in public clad in his new medicaluniform had been, the sissy dress his two tormentors had selected forSimon to wear to the club was even more so. Not only was it even morerevealing but it was clearly designed to show employees and patrons alikewhat a submissive sissy he was rapidly becoming. And to show one and allprecisely how totally Mistress Melissa controlled his very existence.The dress itself floated weightlessly over three petticoats - - twoheavily.