" I couldn't stop moaning. With every swipe of her tongue across my vagina I felt like my body was leaving the earth and entering some other dimension.... She licked and caressed my labia with an eagerness that felt like she really enjoyed what it was doing to me. I could feel the folds of skin flipping and rolling to the left and right as her mouth moved deftly around my nether places.I realized I was tightening my legs around her head, so I tried to let them loosen and fall farther open. But,. I opened my eyes and looked at his facewhich was soft, there was no disappointment showing, no hatred so quietlyI said, "I would rather be a girl. Since I was five or six years old Ihave often wished I had been born a girl but I know it now. It isn'tjust about the pretty clothes, Dad, there are lots of reasons I think I'mreally a girl. I'm not all that keen on football or rugby, climbingtrees and things like that, at school I preferred being with the girls.I like playing hopscotch, turning. “Here you go C,” Lee said and passed C the glass of whatever spirit it was. C took a sniff, and said she couldn’t drink that, but the lads insisted that a bet was a bet, and she had lost this time. She took a little sip and spat it straight back out, so Lee said she could do a forfeit again if she wanted. C asked what the forfeit would be this time, and after a small conference, Chris announced that she had to let one of them cum on her tits, one of them in her mouth and one. Jane let out a yelp and tried to roll onto her side, but it was impossible in her cocoon. The man tugged on the leash, keeping her face close to him, close and vulnerable. "Yes," she finally admitted, staring straight into the man's eyes. "I let people use me so thatI can buy my own orgasms afterwards." So you admit you're a dirty little slut?" Yes," she said."Say it," demanded the man."I'm a slut," she said softly."Louder." I'm a slut." Again!" he ordered."I'm a dirty little slut, OK?" Jane.