Sometimes I get instructions for a special edge in a morning email. Normally I have plenty of time at work on Saturday for any special instructions or...an extra-long chat with Mistress. This Saturday was none of the above.I did not get a morning email, was swamped with work and never heard from Mistress via text or Trillian. After a long 14 hour day at work I made my way home. I have been thinking about sucking cock for a long time now, one of the things that comes with being a sissy slut. Main chup chaap use peeche dorr pe khada hoke dekhne laga.Mera lund bhi apne pure ufaaan pe tha Thodi der baad jab mujhse control nahi hua to main bhi aaaaaahhhh oooohhh jaise aawaj karne laga to isha ne mujhe apne lund se khelte dekha aur mujhe dekhte hi jaldi se aake mujhse lipat gayee aur jor jor se mera lund hilane lagi. Maine uski tshirt utaar di aur kya dekha “’’ oh my god uske mote mote boobs aahhhhh. Dil kar raha tha bas use chuche kha hi jaaoon . maine uski bra bhi utar di aur jaise hi. At the time I wasnt aware of all of the subtleties of the pussy, and proceeded to immediatley insert two fingers into her. "Owe" was the first response I got and I was scared that I had hurt her. "Natalie, are you allright?" I immediatley said, stopping all activity. " I'm fine, you just have to kind of tease it for a while before you get into the hardcore fucking." She showed me then how she likes to slap it, massage it, and what her G-Spot was. After all of this I resumed finger fucking. “My Heather is certainly something, isn’t she?” Sylvia smiled as she looked over Monica’s shoulder at the photograph.‘That she is,’ Monica thought, reminding herself at the same time that the photo had to be over a decade old. She knew women that had undergone total transformations in less than half that span.A new question came to Monica as Sylvia headed back towards the kitchen. If Heather still looked anything like she did in that photo, why in heaven’s name would she need to be fixed up?.