Now, I know what you’re going to say. As I felt these two clods frog-marching me across the meadow, my gingham blouse exposing just a little more than it should as they roughly held my arms, “Andy’s in trouble again!”
I can almost hear your voice in my head. But, really, I don’t go looking for this. I’m just a crossdresser wanting to wear some nice clothes and of course I like to get some dick now and then. Is that really too much to ask? And here I am, snatched from my bed in the dead of night by two goons with very poor dentistry.