“Yes, they’re real. Let her do her thing. Begging doesn’t help,” he continued. “Listen to Rod. He knows what he’s talking about,” Jill s...id, and then winked at the camera before cupping her breasts and jiggling them. On the verge of clicking the private show button more than once, Rodney’s nerve finally failed him. He was just too nervous to go through with it. His raging erection had even softened. He let out a sigh when Jill sat back down and grabbed the keyboard, knowing what was coming.. Tara was petite at 5'4 and 105 pounds, with C-cup breasts on a slim athletic frame, and was a very fair white girl, with naturally red hair, green eyes and a hint of freckles across the bridge of her pretty nose. She had excellent posture and flexibility as she had been in gymnastics since she was a toddler and had been captain of the cheerleading squad back home.Back home she was one of the most popular girls in school and so Tara figured joining the squad here might help her make some. I was deep in sissy splendor and my usually timid cock was now stiffening in my panties. It strained and pushed against the soft fabric until it finally poked out from under the elastic waistband. Even at its fullest, my sissystick was laughably minuscule in comparison to his massive erection. This was a real man with a real mans cock, and the irony of these circumstances didn't escape me. Here I was, a pantied sissy with a tiny cock, on my knees sexually servicing a real man in a way that only. It must be a genetic marker or family trait or maybe I'm just nuts. "I promised Dee Dee. I'm not going to say a word, no matter what you do!" She was smiling with her eyes. She has this cat-like quality. Cat must run in her family, because that's what they remind me of: cats that like to be petted; cats that rub against you and purr. She was purring now.I'm willing to accept her challenge. Maybe I can't make her talk, but we'll both have a hell of a time trying.I worked my way down her body. I.