" So you can discriminate against me because I am mainstream, and that is okdespite the fact I am the best person for the job, just because of somedaf... quota?!"It's not a daft quota, I assure you, Mr Collins. It's so minorities canget jobs." Even if they are unsuitable for them?" Well, yes." Well, suppose, I said I was Trans, would that help?" Oh, yes, perfectly. You would get the job without a problem. It would tickthree boxes. If you were transitioning from male to female, you would tickthe. Mona took off his stockings and they joined the pile on the floor. Mona paused for a moment and then unbuckled the leg armor. As with his chest and tummy, Peter’s legs were powerfully muscled. Peter was clad now only in his codpiece and leather trunks. Mona’s hands trembled as she unlaced the huge codpiece and set it gently on the floor. Mona could see that Peter was becoming aroused by the sudden tightness of his leather trunks. Knowing that she could do nothing else, Mona untied the draw. I thumb your nipples, never breaking our kiss. The hard, pointy skin is so fascinating to my fingers that if possible, they grow harder, jut out from the breast further. A soft moan escapes my mouth, the first sound either of us has made to this point. You are about to be worshipped in this outdoors altar. Your womanliness–all of your feminine being–is going to be celebrated completely. I plan to take you to the heights your body can reach, the extremes your psyche can achieve, and the deepest. His breathing became rapid and deep. She was amazed at how purple his head had become, and her impatience took over. She started to stroke him wildly. She wanted to see him blow, but she also wanted to taste him. She couldn't decide, but knew he was lingering just on the edge of ecstasy, and she had mere seconds. His breath was short and rapid. Every time her hands reached his head, he'd grunt stronger and stronger. His hips would raise a little more, until his whole body completely tensed, and.