. no garter belt or stockings, no wig, no makeup.. visually she looked like a perverted transvestite, but just wearing her sexy lingerie was more than...enough to take the edge off the dysphoric disconnection of being male and having sexual urges with the feminine tilt to everything. Site after site she scrolled through before deciding that she had enough. She was certain there were no dominant tops in her city, or even a 200 mile radius, that would want anything to do with her, but she was. It had a huge holly wreath on the radiator and a notice below it reading, 'Happy Christmas Damsels'. The girls watched it in awe as it approached."Oh crikey!" whispered Becca. "Oh crikey, crikey, crikey!"The van arrived simultaneously with Paul and Rita. Roger Brain hopped out of the cab and joined them."Happy Christmas, Damsels," they said together.Becca ran to them and flung her arms round Rita. "Oh, Rita, my love, thank you, thank you, thank you." She kissed her fiercely then released her. Number three: DarrenDarren was my only black young man that came by, and I was always happy when he did!When he slipped his half-erect cock through the glory hole, my heart suddenly beat faster in anticipation!Darren never said anything during these visits, and that was fine. His silence was made up by my own moans of enthusiasm as I worked, and worked, and worked that beautiful, and so very dark-ebony colored cock of his. My only rule during these times is to treat the visitor as if we might. Think of me as your personal trainer. A trainer thatworks for your personal fulfillment. We'll start byworking your body and using those muscles you neverknew you had. We'll get your body toned into shape.I'll stimulate your body and teach it to respond to mytouch. Your body will soon adjust to accommodate a manof my size. Your body and your mind will redefineitself in a way you've never experienced about sexualpleasure. A married woman shouldn't deprive herself ofthe sexual enjoyment her mind.