She pressed her tongue inside my mouth finding her way to my tongue and we french kissed for like 30 seconds straight till I realized what was happeni...ng and pushed her out of my way. I didn't even realize she got on top of me. "This is wrong." I said. "This is really rea..","No its not" She replied. She put her hands around my cheeks and put her head against mine, And said "...look at me.. I love you, I always wanted you, You are the only one I really thought of this way my whole life." "But. My lucky day, Ithought, grimly. She was even worse than Diana. At least Diana wouldlimit herself in how she treated us. She didn't do this out of anycompassion for us, hardly that. Diana simply recognized that any damagedone to a sissy might detract from its auction value. So she wascareful to limit the damage she did to us. She still hurt us butnothing that'd cripple us or maim us. Cold comfort, that. Jenniferhowever, she just didn't seem to care.I had to move fast. I guess she'd. She was moaning like anything now.I went down to her navel and kept sucking it while I removed her shorts and started caressing her thighs with subtle touches of my fingers. I kissed the area below her navel and then moved to her thighs. I would keep my lips on her thighs and move my head up and down her slender thighs while my tongue also played giving her complete pleasure of foreplay. She held my head by the hair and guided it right to her pussy.The taste was wonderful! I inserted my tongue. But it was Dennis McLaren before the class in all his six-feet-three, bearded Scottish glory, instructing them (in that deliciously gruff baritone) to whip out Richard Siken’s Crush (her all-time favourite poetry collection) and turn to Scheherazade. He beckoned her inside as a smile of recognition lit up his arresting-as-ever face. Her thoughts throughout the lecture jumped from along the lines of Dennis McLaren is teaching me again Dennis McLaren is teaching me again holyfuckinggod I’m so.