She wanted to detach herself from the world. She didn't want any distractions. Her only connection with the life was taste of shit in her mouth.Jiya s...ood up and turned around inspecting the work that she had just done. She was an artist, an sculpture critiquing her own work. Was the thickness uniform? Was the texture perfect? Was the color of her shit good enough for such an art work? Could she have rotated her ass a little faster while the shit fell on Mansi to do a better shape? Could she. ” she was watching my hand work on her member and I could help but think about how ironic the situation was. Megan was used to being the one getting fucked and before waking up to find myself in a female body I was used to being the one doing the fucking. I decided to keep that little observation to myself but I did have an idea.“Well maybe there is something we can do about that. I think it’s your turn.” a wicked smile crept across my lips and Megan stared at me in confusion when I went to the. Anything you need Mistress" suddenly attentive and on your guard.You continue to walk passed a steady flow of mildly scandalised townspeople, staring at the sight of the Mistress walking you barely clad and brazen in your collar and leash. You know from your own excursions that such sights are not as unusual in Les Hiboux as they might be in other 'civilised' townsYou stiffen up as she taps you in the small of your back with her riding crop to tell you to stand up straight as you walk in up the. People thought she was strange enough without it. In school, the guys never had eyes for Sarah and this always left Tom free to want her without feeling jealous of whoever she may have been dating. He wasn’t sure if seeing her with someone else would have made him come clean about his feelings or whether it would have had the opposite effect, but either way, he’d not uttered a word of it to her in all these years, though his yearning had grown no dimmer. He wanted her so much, but the problem.