She weighed maybe 100 pounds and up till that moment I wasn’t too concerned how the weight was distributed. I looked her up and down, my eyes takin... in the soft mounds of her breasts, the coat-button sized areola with smallish nipples. Her stomach was youthful flat to the slight mound of her pelvis, the top of her pussy slit was visible through a thin cover of curly light brown hair. Her slender thighs were angled apart so I could see her vagina from top to ass, the folds of her pussy looked. Yes. I want to be a monster with you. I like being sexist. I want to be racist too.I like to do racial degradation, sweetie.There’s no word like "nigger" to describe a white person. But among Asians, there are some stereotypes about whites. Like what racist whites believe about blacks.Like what?Like they’re lazy, anti-intellectual, less intelligent, and less sexually restrained.What do you think?None of that is really true. It's racist and unfair. It's not okay for whites to say that about. "I live to suck cock and be fucked like thesissy cum dump I am. I want nothing more than to spend my days beingfucked and filled full of hard cocks and cum. I need to be filled everysingle day, like a good sissy slut, so I will obey Master John and beghim to make me into the sissy whore I want to become."I repeated this ten times and then emptied my bowels. I texted Master totell him that I had done as I had been instructed. I felt a surge ofpride, knowing that I was being a good sissy. Zax watched as Liz grudgingly accepted Anet’s hand and moved to stand next to her. The picture of the two who made him the greatest amount of blame engraved in his head.He got back up on his feet. His clothes were the same to the common styles of the Eastern Continent. Earthly shades, a tad loose trousers, which edges cling to the leg right above the ankle, and a half a size too big white shirt, which were tacked to the trousers and sleeves were folded.Zax saw many of the common people wearing.