Both were exhausted. They kissed on the lips before Isabelle called for a taxi. “I hope I fuck her again….for fun this time’, smiled Geneviève ...fter Isabelle had left.------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The special government car was speeding along the main road towards Vichy. On the back seat there was Isabelle, dressed in a pant suit and wearing a beret which hid her red hair. Next to her was the post mistress who. Stood in the kitchen, coffee in hand when Andy was coming back from one of his morning runs. He had his shirt off and sun was glistening of his toned body and arms. He noticed me, waved and headed towards my door. I was hoping he would of went straight into his mams house because I didnt want to see him after what happened last night. As he headed down my path I went to open the door so he didnt knock. morning morning I replied. Your up and running early today arent you? yeah I was awake early.. I pissed a lot, but soon it slowed to a trickle and then stopped. She engulfed me with her mouth and her cheeks hollowed as she sucked the last drops from my deflated prick. I was weak. ‘I am now truly your piss whore. You can have me whenever, and wherever, you wish,’ she declared. I sat down on the edge of the tub. I had drenched Janice in piss. Her hair was matted to her head. I wasn’t sure if I liked what I had just done, but it would seem she had enjoyed it. ‘Let’s get a shower,’ I said. . encouraged to forget that behind our titanium shellsthere is a body, that we are something other than the shells and thesystems they are hooked up to.But I'm ... a little different.Because besides all the other things I had wrong with my body, I had onenobody could see at the time.My body, as twisted as it was, is male, and my soul, my sense of self,however you want to say it, is female.And there's nothing I can do about it.So I keep busy and try not to think about itDoesn't always work.But I.