The idea of hanging out with Janelle and Kent excited both of them.“Are you ready to watch me fuck someone else?” Bridget asked Dewayne. “I thin... I can handle it,” he replied sipping coffee. “But you know that you are much more emotional than me about these things. Can you handle the emotions of seeing me fuck that chick? You’re going to have to perform in front of me with Kent and maybe even with Janelle. Are you OK with that? Have you thought about being with a woman?”“The last time I was. She thought she would wear that. It would show offher legs. It would enhance her cleavage.She smiled. She was getting used to it all now. She could barelyremember being white, or male. She had never been straight. She wasn'tvery good at church; of course, she wasn't a very good Muslim, either.She fixed her makeup. She added jewelry. She was ready. She stepped intoher heels, and she was off.Dr. Chambers was waiting for her in the den. He looked like he hadtaken, oh, 40 seconds to decide on his. They were going to be pissed and looking for whoever had done it.I hid the records I had taken and thought of Sabrina as I returned home. She was up and in the kitchen when I arrived. I began to pack, “we need to leave and maybe buy you some clothes.”She grinned and went to get dressed. My safe house was inside the port at one of the many port hostels. The room was not listed and the door concealed behind a holograph. I stripped her and undressed and pulled her into the real shower. I took my. "You enjoying that, you fat fucking whore?" asked the suit. I didn't bother answering.The voyeur walked around the side of the bed to watch the suit's cock go in and out of me. The other's seemed satisfied watching the suit's arse. He started slapping my arse, leaving red marks. The skin stung for a second.Unfortunately, nature took over my disgust at the suit and I started enjoying my humiliation. His slender cock moved in and out of my hole easily, making a squelching noise each time. My.