The code was admittedly a little cryptic, it meant the high-tension wire needed cleaning. On most machines you would have had a smudged print, on this... one the machine forced you to clean it. Inside I smiled.I opened the printer and looked inside. Some people said that Tracey was just there for show and that she didn't do anything. I knew that wasn't true, a girl that did nothing wouldn't break as many things as she did. Part of her problem was that she tried to fix things rather than let. His eyes went wide, and his absorbed look was suddenly replaced with a frightened expression."Alistair, what's wrong?" I ... you..." He gestured helplessly at the cloth he was holding, and I looked down to see traces of blood staining the fabric. "You told me I didn't hurt you." Self-recrimination was obvious in his voice."It's okay. I'm not injured, Alistair. It's just that ... well, you know that I have a different body, back where I came from, right?"He nodded, still frowning."Well, it was. Her touch was soft and loving, making a very sensual feeling flow through my body. Dana licked her lips and started to orally attack my manhood. Slowly, she began to nibble and gently bite the knob and shaft of my cock. She was getting into it and before long, the entire shaft was in her mouth. Dana was sucking my manhood as if I would be taking it away from her. No thought was further from my mind. I was at her beck and call and in the palm of her hands. She could do anything that she wanted. "Still squatted, I took the plug, a good 6 or 7 inches long and nearly as thick as Leroy's cock, and started to work it into my sissy ass. It was rather soft and pliable and didn't hurt too bad, but definitely filled me up."Now put your tangs back on, hun." Mistress reached out her hand with my panties dangling from her finger tips.With the huge butt plug filling my ass, I took the panties from Mistress and slipped first one squatted leg and then the other through the leg openings. I then.