” And she got kicked over, her behind now prominently displayed to the laughing men.“The whore likes it. Look she’s already wet!” one of them ...aid.“That’s piss, stupid,” his comrade said with scorn.“Don’t care. I would still like a piece of that. Can we, Sarge?`“I don’t know,” the answer was. The silence that followed gave reason to hope.“She’s an outlaw and as long you leave her in one piece so we can bring her in front of the Earl, no one will care what you do to her.” It was the king’s man. Aftermuch deliberation, Wendy finally made his choice. It was a pink leatherhandbag with an adjustable strap. He liked the fact that he could carryit in his hand or change the strap and wear it over his shoulder. But, asmuch as he liked that practicality, he loved the fact that it was pink.Even more so, he loved that it also had metal hearts attached to it thatmatched the hearts on the bodice of his special favorite dressPurse in hand, Wendy was now acting as if he was finished shopping.. He was a classy guy and my wife found him very sexy. Once we had a few drinks, we got back home with him in our car.They both sat in the back seat as I drove. I could see in the rear mirror that they started kissing as Matt’s hand moved up my wife’s legs…When we got home, Matt started to rub his hands all over Anita's body, up her skirt and all over her round firm boobs. I guessed that the bastard liked to be dominant.He told Ana to lie back on the floor and open her legs wide.Matt and I both. Indeed, it had been the vision of me as a woman,one morning in the kitchen, to convince Mustapha to perform the transitionclitoris procedure. He was holding me in his arms, showering my nipples inloving kisses. My breasts by then had become more rounded, pointed andperky, real female breasts. While treating me like his woman, he whisperedin my ear: "Ophelia, my love, your breasts taste just like those of anyother woman. They are wonderful!" I was seconds away from weeping out ofthe deepest joy.