But it was enough to make him look back at the pendulous ass of the woman with the mask gazing backward at her follower. They say when you come to th...se crowning moments in life that it all flashes before your eyes, but he didn’t know what to call it when everything flashing through his mind had yet to happen. Back in the plaza, when she’d first started dancing with him, her cape had opened, revealing the buttery smoothness of her body. She was hairless to the distended V at the apex of her. Lexi got up and stamps out her cigarette “coming?”I debate in my head what I should do but my dick makes the decision. With an ever growing semi I get up and follow Lexi. The walk to her room is silent as we just walk side by side. Once in her room I was lost what to say, I just stand at the door.“Relax, come in. I don’t bite” she laughs as she tosses her jacket onto her desk chair. Her room was the same size as Kelsey’s but completely different. There are music band posters all over the walls. . sweetie... or princess. A few times people close to us could hear me call her that, but I did’t care. After a stare or two, Brenda stopped caring too. She later told me that I made her feel like she was the only one in the place. I believe in being a gentleman outside of the bedroom. In public Brenda was my princess. I did remind her that in the bedroom she would do as I wanted ... because she needed to do that anyway. A sissy can’t help it. It is part of a sissy’s dna. We left and I knew. And maybe this image of herself that had evolved over many years of logging in to the virtual world and which she had created for her own pleasure, maybe this image was the real Selena that was hidden behind the thick lens of her glasses and her never very flattering clothes. Maybe she was meant to have enormous breasts, a slim waist, full thighs, and legs that went on forever. Rather, that is, than to have been a plump, grey-haired, middle-aged woman with several moles scattered on her face.