Always. And I liked being the one in control. I loved it, in fact, right from the time I became sexual at age eleven.The problem was, as the problem a...lways is, I was dating boys. And none of them knew shit about sex. Oh, they were exceptionally gifted at taking care of their own sexual needs, but none of them had any ability to take care of a young girl’s needs, nor did any of them care about figuring it out. My girlfriends and I all hated them, and we ragged on them all the time. At school, at. She squinted her eyes peering out through the small crevices caused by her eyelids and saw the brunette staring at her face intently. Shit! The brunette continued to stroke her cheek, her hand gliding down her face like satin on bare skin. Erin opened her eyes fully and blinked a few times to readjust to the light. Looking at this strange woman kneeling in front of her. Erin and the woman stared at each other for an extended period of time until the woman reached over with the glass of water. It had been well over an hour and a half since he fed my stomach with his first cum. Now he began to pump his cock faster and faster. Suddenly he lifted me off his cock and plunged me down directly into my pussy and held me tight as I felt his cock swell and pulse as he began to empty his cum into my womb. I went into orgasmic spasms, my vaginal muscles squeezed and milked his cock. I was amazed at the amount of sperm he was filling me with, but he kept pumping his cum again and again. I. I arrived at the room and it was empty. I knelt on the floor by the door. A few hours later, a man walked in. I greeted him by kissing his shoes, and he responded by cuffing me to the ground. "Show me your panties, Sissy!"I lifted my skirt, and showed him the pink panties that I had on. "Why are you wearing panties, Sissy?"I answered with the mantra that he had told me to say while I drove. "I love my pretty panties because I'm a pathetic sissy." I felt so low. I was pathetic, I was a sissy. I.