Most gurls have always known they weren’t “real men”. Even as k**s they felt their true feminine persona coming out. Many have spent years tryin... to hide it, pretending to be “macho” and masculine but knowing deep down they were just putting on a front. It was a front they could not maintain. Some recognize who they are early on and give in. But eventually you become who you are meant to be. For a gurl it’s becoming a sissy slut.It became so obvious to you when, no matter how hard you tried,. When I am done with you, every hole you have will be visited by me, at least once, maybe more. I don't want to hurt you, so I DO hope that you will cooperate, who knows, you may even enjoy some of what I do to you."He moved his hand down to his bag and took out some rope, "Please stand and turn around," she complied and he tied her wrists behind her back. "I don't think we need this," and he cut her bathrobe and nightgown off, they fell in a puddle at her feet. He ran his hand over that ass he. I hang up the phone then look down between my legs. Monica has been on her knees licking my pussy the whole time I was talking with my Mother! She sure is a horny little slut! I gently push her head away from me, then tell her I forgot to get some wine coolers for us to drink tonight, so I have to run up to the store. She immediately asks if she can go with me, so I tell her I will go upstairs to get her one of my dresses. She says that she is fine and will ride along with me just like she is!. I could fall asleep right now if I wasn't wearing this bra." She gently removed the vibrators, rolled me over and unhooked my bra, then covered me with the sheet. "Take off your makeup and come to bed, okay?" I roused enough to appreciate her warmth when she joined me in bed, then went right back to sleep.---Friday evening came and the weather was unbelievable for the fall, Indian Summer had moved in for the duration, it seemed. It almost felt strange to be going away for the weekend and not.