Ivey led me into a fairly large room. It actually did have a bed, along with some assorted mismatched furniture. I decided to check out the bed, hopin...g that it would be clean of a least larger vermin. A bedbug bites me and its going to die. But I do have some standards for some one who was raised in a hovel. Deliberate dirt is a turn off.Ivey's footsteps sounded behind me and then her breath was warm on my neck. Not for the same reason that mine was often on someone's, I thought. Her hands. She seemed to still be in a state of shock and continued to stare ahead. "You can call me Grace now, honey," I told her. She shot a dirty look at me and said, "I'm not your 'Honey' any more you lesbo bitch." "Strong words from a woman who's been eaten out by nearly fifty different women," I shot back. She actually got up and left in the middle of a match. I wasn't leaving though, not with all this delicious cock and pussy around. When I got home I was just spent. It was a lot like how I was. I could feel the cool air from the ceiling fan blowing up my gaping hole as Carla's molten lava slowly dripped down my legs."Look at the huge mess you made on my cabinets, you dirty little slut," Carla snickered. "Get down on your knees and clean that up."I was 100% under her spell and followed her command without hesitation, licking the dripping cum up like a hungry dog."Oh, you are a nasty little pig, aren't you Scotty?" she said. "I bet you'd do almost anything to please me, wouldn't you my. She knew how happy I was pretending to be a woman and now I could be it every day without the worry of intolerant people finding out. She held me close and cried how happy she was I found out who I was and we hugged and sobbed together. After some time I told her about this guy I was seeing. She asked about what kind of name was “Klintuck” but I told her it was European and he was actually waiting to meet her if she was up for it. Of course she was happy to meet him. With that I got up and went.