I shuddered, closing my eyes and imagining Angela as queen.I pictured her sitting regally upon her throne, wearing a gown of sky-blue and adorned with...sapphires. A silver crown set in her flaming curls glinting with her majesty. Upon her shoulders draped a purple cape trimmed in ermine. And at her side knelt Lady Delilah and myself, collars about our throats, the chains held in Angela's hands. Her slaves and concubines.“Yes,” I hissed, my fingers churning my pussy to a froth. My flesh clenched. I'd ended up here, which was certainly not what I'd expected, but that was how the dice rolled.I went for one of those long walks on the beach (on the east side of the island), and argued with myself. This, I'd learned, was a lot more practical than "thinking". In the latter you end up with your foregone conclusions, or at least I did. Arguing it out verbally made me see all sides of an issue or problem, and that was what I needed.By the end of the walk I was tired (I later figured I walked. She loved the big cock filling her tight hole. She loved to be fucked and he was fucking her hard.He then pulled his cock out and aimed it to her asshole. He began to push in slow and wanted to let his cock fuck her tight ass. She was very tight and he had to push hard to get inside her. He had about six inches in her and he had never been in such a tight ass before. She felt so good and he kept pushing more cock in her tight hole. "You feel so good. You have the tightest ass I have ever felt.. Acknowledge it yet. Thepleasure of immersion in the femme world on the other side of the genderline was incredibly seductive. Rolanda and Phyllis made it all seem socomfortable and normal. My previously unexamined macho and homophobicattitudes had suddenly and unexpectedly been put to the test, but thefears fell away like so many autumnal leaves in a soft breeze. The ideaof being able to fulfill my sexual needs at will held great appeal.Phyllis had made a straightforward and persuasive.