I placed the photo of his wife under my arse, looked at Len angrily, screwed my face up and rasped a loud one over the photo. I sucked Pat through his...tights, clamping my nylon lips over his shaft.‘You dirty bitch,’ said Len, wanking himself harder. ‘That’s what I think of your wife,’ I said, gazing up at Pat, as I placed both hands on my arse and felt the shiny sheen of my pantyline, as I sucked him with no hands. While I was doing this, I’d look at Len, with my mouth bulging with Pat’s. She asked me if I thought she was sexy andbeautiful and I told her she was the most wonderful woman in the world.Then she asked me what I would like to do and I even surprised myselfwhen I told her that I would love to lick and kiss her pussy. She wasshocked at first and told me it was dirty with my uncle's cum but I toldher that didn't bother me and it was the one thing I wanted to do. Sheparted her legs as I lowered myself down and kissed and licked her pussytasting a mixture of my mother's. For many transsexual women, Gerhard was something of an impossible dream.He was known for being extremely picky in His choice of slaves, and forpreferring blonde, slender women to BBWs. His protocol was alsoincredibly strict. In His presence, I was not to speak, just listen andobey. I was to keep my eyes down, be at His complete disposal a certainnumber of hours during the day, and when I had "free time" I would haveto retreat to my room, and all the time think about how blessed I was tohave. We chatted for a short time about the rigors of cross country travel, leaving him with the impression we’d been traveling to Santa Fe from the north.Taking our second round of drinks with us, we walked into the weighing room where Hiram went to work. We watched as he weighed the gold in 100 bar lots, as usual. We finished our drinks a few minutes before he finished weighing, and waited for him to tally the results. When he was done he looked up and told us he came up with 28,000 ounces. We told.