She started moaning loudly, filling the quiet room. I picked her small frame up and slammed her against the wall. I opened her legs as wide as I coul... and slid her down on my dick. She let out a loud "O" and threw her hands behind my back. I grabbed her neck and started hammering her fat pussy harder. I kept driving inside her slamming her faster and faster. She wrapped her legs around my hips so I could get in deeper. I began squeezing her neck tighter as she started to dig her nails in. . girl whores... and that must be why we were born with our sissy bodies." Yeah, once I told myself the truth and didn't try to lie to myself, I wasn't ashamed at all," Jill shares, "Men love my sissy body, and I should take advantage of it. And it sure is an easy way to make money. Norm gave me $300 last night. That's almost three paychecks I made in four hours, not including being treated to the best meal I ever ate." I told you, Norm likes you, Jill. Keep him liking you, and he'll keep. ...but that wasnt my idea of greedy girl, I wanted full on successive sex sessions...a good fucking over and over again.I told hubby, just pick a guy and we can go in a private room and get started...and he did, a young Pakistani guy was asked into the room by hubby to start the evening. Well endowed, muscular, and a scarcely hidden contempt for my moral values meant the guy treated me like a total whore, which was ok. I simply played it as he saw me. I used foul language, I told him to fuck my. More often than she would like to admit. And with John spending nearly every night in that damned garage, doing whatever, she found their bouts of intimacy coming fewer and farther between. After confiding in a friend that sex was sparse these days, her friend suggested a massage wand as a vibrator. She remembered being so ashamed when the store clerk across town smirked as she bought it. But it had become an important part of her life, to be honest. That vibrator had become her primary source.