She giggled, “I can’t wait! Want a drink.”“Just some water.”Dwain had known this 22 year-old transsexual for about a long time. She grew up ...attending the same church that the McNeils did. He had been sleeping with her for the past two years and even made a contribution to her boob job fund in the amount $400. She was five-feet-nine-inches tall with caramel skin and a juicy, round ass. Her micro braids were lengthy and came down to her butt. “Thanks, Tiara,” he said when she returned with a. "What's the matter Marcy? Why'd you stop? You were almost there!" Really sir? It was starting to hurt. It was almost in?" I asked."Yeah, the head was in and part of the shaft. That's the hard part youknow. Keep trying. I'm sure a good little sissy slut like you can do it.It might hurt a little at first but it'll go away and then it'll feelreally good. You know it will, don't you. That what happens with yourother dildo, right?" Yes sir, I guess so." So I started pressing down again. This time. I remembered thinking my drink was drugged just before I passed out, which is when whoever must’ve made their move. A small part of my mind was wondering why I was taking and why they chose me? Because drugging my drink, that seemed like I was somehow important. Which didn’t make sense, I was nobody. Just a small town girl, going to the University in the large city. The other more prominent part of my mind was trying desperately to get out of the shackles. I was forcing my right hand to. ..hold back?remember the stapler?Hold back?Keri tickled Packer's balls and went on, but finally Packer seemedto prevail. Although he was still hard as marble, she could tell that he wasdetermined not to cum. Finally Keri stopped stroking Packer in exhaustion. ?Well, I am proud of you,Packer.? She climbed off the table and put her T-shirt back on, it somehowemphasized the curve of her breasts even more prominently. ?You have amazing self-control?Gertrude is going to be so proud of you...Idon't.