And don’t stop before she’s ready. Don’t stop until she tells you to stop.’ ‘Yes, Sir.’ And Anya carried on. Her hair falling down onto Ra...chel’s legs as she kissed and kicked up above Rachel’s knees. Rachel opened her legs and felt Anya’s tongue tip tracing swirling patterns on her smooth, soft skin. Up and down, round and around, driving Rachel to distraction. Rachel’s hands went to her own breasts, which she caressed through her bra, before she reached behind herself and unclipped her. What a tremendous success! Her legs started to wobble and her cum flowed as she shook in my arms. I kept pace with her, guessing when she was peaking, so that I could intensify my efforts slightly. And when she started to relax a little, I let her - but just for a moment or two - before I returned to fucking and diddling her sensitive pussy. I whispered in her ear, "You're not done yet, baby..." But I needed something too, so I finally let up on her. She turned around then, and we held each. "You managed to father her child." Collins held up the paternity results that Batista had handed him. "You impregnated her with your filthy seed and then hung her out to dry. Her family disowned her for being a slut."Bills swallowed, "I didn't mean any harm. That report is all lies. There is no way I am the father of that child."Batista looked at Collins and shook his head, "Mr. Bills is so tedious. He insists that he didn't do anything wrong, when we all know differently." A real man admits. Normal in the sense that I'm not unlike most people. I love music, albeit heavy metal, I love clothes and shopping, although most of my wardrobe is made up entirely of black dresses, band shirts, fishnets and cute thigh highs. I love to read and write, I love hanging out with friends and going out to concerts or the occasional night out drinking. I mean, I'm a transgender girl but I'm cute and passable and I think I blend into a crowd pretty well...as a girl anyway, my outfits tend to be a bit.