I found myself wondering what the Sergeant smelt like. During self defense his skin was usually slightly sticky from the hot and humid weather and he ...smelt like a mixture of freshly showered skin and sweat. In other words I could just devour him and his delicious scent. Hopefully he tasted the same. I imagined he did. My hips writhed and squirmed and bucked upwards as I played with myself. I ran my fingers between my lips and gently dipped into my entrance, then I pulled back as to tease. He also knew that considering what he had in store for her, she would need some affection and attention from him before and after the party. So, they arrived about 2 hours before the party was to begin. She was never very good at shaving her pussy, so M had her spread out on the bed in the room and shaved it smoothly for her, then he ran a bath for her, complete with bath salts and candles. At the last minute, he decided to join her in the tub and pamper her a bit. He washed her hair and helped. I pressed some more. Not nice. Strange, I had had my temperaturetaken back there. But a thermometer is tiny, not like this monster."You mustn't push. Don't force it. Ease it in, Ladyboy. Press itgently. Make your bottom *want* it."I eased off. Waited for my body to relax for it. The musclesloosened, and I tried to imagine them deliberately widening toadmit it. They did, a bit. I thought about her name for me,Ladyboy. That usually relaxed me; the name was like atranquillizer. Ladyboy.I wasn't. After giving him lunch box I was just walking in the shop. I was at the back side of one rack from where I can see my father but he can’t notice it. That time one sales representative visited the shop. He gave one box to my father. Father checked the thing inside the box and took out. That was plastic dick like structure.Father: “No, Take it back. We are not selling these types of things of our shop.” Sales Person: “Don’t worry Sir, Please keep it on your shop for one week only. If this item.