She needed to learn some manners. ‘You won’t. She was leaving. I saw her in the parking lot, getting into a car. She said that her friend was a bi...tch she never wanted to see again.’ ‘What?’ ‘I assume that the bitch would be you.’ ‘I am not a bitch. That whore!’ ‘I could probably take you to her, she couldn’t have gotten far in all this traffic. You could sit in the passenger seat and point out her car and when you find it, I’ll follow her.’ The girl was almost mad enough to shoot flames out of. If they didn't run it into the ground, they could easily avoid the possibility of getting bored with each other.Rodney was a perfect mate--strong, protective, considerate, skilful and hard-working. She loved him.Duke was a world unto himself. Her surrogate child--her brother from the other side, the land of dogs. The extreme affection she had felt for him had simply blossomed into something more adult; and yet also something more adolescent and salacious. It was like masturbation games and. She was semi hard throughout this and never achieved full erection. On a 10 scale with “1” being totally flaccid and “10” being so hard she could hang a towel on it, I’d say she was at a “7.”These two strong ropes where a totally different story and not at all like that initial spurt of semi-runny liquid. The taste, smell, and texture were ‘all male’ to me and there is this flood of emotion that ran through my head as we locked eyes on each other. I had this sexy as hell good looking trans girl. Bashfully, he let loose a smile, letting the giddy feeling inside him take over. His own pair of high heels came next. And as he slipped on both shoes, he mentally patted himself on the back for shaving his legs.Everything they gave him, he happily put on; the blonde wig, the black panties, the thick collar with the word “whore” engraved on it. It was all gladly donned by Wes. Every now and then, he would gaze upon himself in the mirror, seeing his masculinity being slowly scraped away from his.