But of course I wasn't about to tell anybody that. I had a best, BEST friend named Lauren. She had flawless, smooth, peach colored skin and big blue e...yes. Her hair was a beautiful auburn color and spiraled down past her shoulders. And her lips were plump and curved perfectly. We did everything together. One night we decided she should stay the night at my house, since my parents were gone for the weekend and we could talk about things a little more private. My body filled with excitement when I. “Oh, well, you could spank me, I suppose,” Grace teased.“Oh, I plan to spank you, taste you, and fuck you, you wicked little minx,” Mac growled playfully.“It’s pretty late, and tomorrow is a workday. So, I’m okay with a rain check if you want to wait,” Grace said, trying to be considerate but hoping Mac wouldn’t be.“Not a chance,” Mac said. “Get those jeans off and hop on the table. I’m still hungry!”“Well, you’re the boss.”“Indeed, I am. So, open those legs for me, my sweet little redhead, and. Whatever the manufacturers of sound cards and speakers claimed, nothing could compare with the real deal: especially at the hundred decibel mark. There was also nothing that any amount of technology could do to match the buzz of an E or two, enhanced by a line of sulphate, a sniff of coke and the distant memory of a preparatory spliff. Who needed a fucking bar anyway?Not so long ago this would have been a normal Friday night and Saturday morning. However, the dance floor would have had more. " Now from the soft hands and the soft voice and choice of words I would have expected it to be a woman, but it was a very feminine man."I'm glad to have the approval of a sissy," I said sarcastically. I might as well play the part, I thought."I might be a sissy bitch, but I can still get it up for a girl like you," he said simply."Oh really?" I asked. "What kind of girl is that?" Get on your knees bitch and I'll show you," he said gently. I knew that I didn't have to do it, but to be honest I.