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Trust
Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: BDSM, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
relax, and let her do the kissing while I responded. I think we sealed some sort of bargain in that kiss, too. Or maybe I just agreed to something. I don't know. She broke the kiss, and pulled my arm out where she could see it. "Seven," she whispered. "Oh, God!" I felt ashamed of myself. "Y-you don't understand. I can... it hurts, sure. But I can, can stop the compulsion. The craving. And then, you know, I almost like myself." "You're not going to do that any more," she said, in a tone that brooked no demur. I demurred, clenching my jaw. "Not if I don't have to. It shouldn't take much more, I think." She was staring at me, shocked. "Nancy," I explained, fiercely, "I *hate* it! I hate wearing p-p-pa-p..." I clenched my jaw. Damn word. "I hate dressing up. Even when I'm doing it, I hate it! I hate that it makes me horny when I *do* do it. But it's, like, an addiction, or something, and even though I hate it, I do it." "Ah!" she said, softly, looking tenderly in my eyes. "I didn't know that. Lee, I have something to prove to you, but you'll have to come to my house." I broke the clinch, and let the suspicion show. "New rules?" I asked. "I told you, I'm not going to wear any of that stuff again. That's what this is *for."* "Same rules," she replied steadily. I started to shake my head. "If you don't agree," she told me, "I'm going to go down to the Stop'n'Rob, buy ...