I WATCHED IN a bit of morbid fascination as Bob finally began talking."We sent her to Tippy Toes for training," he said.One of the still intelligent l...ittles next to me gasped. I whispered,"Is that bad...?"They nodded. "The worst..."I guessed the leader was aware of it too because he took that moment totake the top of his other earlobe."What did you have them do!?!?" Do you really want to know?" Bob asked defiantly. "Can your wittlebrain handle it?"I looked at him in awe as I realized he'd. "I've always known that there was something odd about your apparent friendship with him, but I've never been able to put my finger on it." He always has been a bastard, Becky. Look what he did when I was dating your mother." What did he do?" Oh you don't know, no one has ever told you?" No they haven't, should I have known?" I don't know, perhaps the right opportunity never came up. But your gran and grandfather knew all right." I suppose that's why they didn't look too surprised when you. It was during this period that I started enjoying the experience of older men. There were many travelling businessmen in their forties and fifties that I invited to my room and enjoyed the sex that only years of experience can bring. Picking up single one nighter’s was as easy as just sitting there. What I needed was the multiple gang bang party. This didn’t prove to be easy to begin with, as not all groups of men out together are ready to have stray sex together. I gradually. She hates my dressing and all of my sissy desires and wants nothing at all to do or even see or hear of them. Well one night I told here that I had to go out of town for training for work and that the training was only in the next state over so I could drive but still had to stay the night. She believed me so I booked a room at a local Holiday Inn Express and got all of my sissy/CD clothes, shoes, makeup, wigs, sex toys...etc together packed them in the minivan stopped by the adult bookstore.