Every blasted one of them is the same, with the same dumb stores selling the same merchandise you can get anywhere else at much lower prices. Tell me,... would you really to be associated with someone who would drop $1.25 for one of those soft pretzels? With mustard? Sometimes I think that crossdressing couldn't exist without malls. I really can't recall a story where a crossdresser got prettied up and went anywhere else. Concerts - you have to sit too close to some stranger. Public parks, better. I kept eye contact with her as he wiggled, pushed, and worked it into her ass. Her expression was in between apprehension bordering on fear, and hot lust. She searched my eyes for reassurance that it was going to be OK. I was quite surprised that he got it all the way in and she didn’t complain. She even spread her butt cheeks more so it would go in further. She held still while he began to slide it in and out carefully. She asked, ‘Is that all of it? I want it all!’ She began to mumble things. "Run along now," she said. Summer and I took a cock in each hand,as well as one in each of our mouths, and scurried around the yard. "I just love these little slave play dates," commented Mistress Brittany."It wears them out, which makes them much more servile and submissive,without wearing me out." "It really does let them know where they stand in the pecking order,doesn't it?" stated Mistress Skye. "Of course your slave, soon to be ourslave for the day, is at the bottom." Now, Summer had. I realised I wasn?t the only one in the room; therestanding to the right of my bed was the doctor looking assome monitors. I tried to speck, but my voice came out as ahorse whisper."What happen... what happen to me...?" I was well clearthat I now had breasts, what else had happen to me, Iwondered."Relax, I am Doctor Max Stingray, every thing will beexplained to you very shortly. We are just waiting for yourfriend Priss; she can explain everything to you.Suddenly the door open there stood Priss,.