Since becoming conscious of her wrongdoing, Henrietta had sought a way to put her sin into words. She had not been successful. The words that came to...mind did not express the sense of wrong, the burden of guilt, or the weight of shame that crushed her, nor did they communicate her remorse. Until two years ago, Henrietta had been known as Henry, and he had been the son, rather than the daughter, of Henry and Linda Samson. She, who turned men?s thoughts to lust, was, the year before last, a man. After towelling dry I lubed my butt plug, bent over and pushed itin, the feeling is so gorgeous, holding it in place with a home madeleather harness.One problem was my cock was as hard as and I had to use ice to shrink itdown to put on the steel chastity device. Next I had two wet shaves tomake my face dead smooth and painted my toe nails a deep red. Then Iwrapped the boned leather overbust corset around me and fastened thefront clips, it was a chore because I had laced it quite tight, next. And it wasn’t that impressive. It wasn’t as small as Mr. Smith’s, but it wasn’t much bigger. But, to a whore, a cock is a cock.I got on my knees in front of him and played with his cock for a while before I took it in my mouth. It was growing, but not real fast. It tasted ok and I could tell he took a shower before he met me. I did appreciate that. I sucked him till he got hard and continued sucking hoping I could get a load of cum. But then I thought if he did cum now he might not be able to. He had been away to college when she developed the reputation and needs during her last few years at school. So she stayed at the bar and had a couple of more beers. Soon there was just her and three black teammates of her husband. They continued drinking and they took turns dancing with her to music from the junk box. She said they would rub her ass and cop a feel while dancing. This got her got really hot. She had never been with a black guy. Now here she was 5’0” tall, 110lbs with.