Go”Neither Iliafray or the other elf slave known as Cuntlapper had their hands available and started trying to unfasten the garments between them an... the cunt of the drow mistress standing before them. Iliafray managed to take the top of the trousers in her teeth and pulled it down until the cunt before her was exposed, then she went to work trying to stimulate the drow mistress who was concentrating on not allowing herself to get excited, It was slow work with Iliafray alternating between. .. I don't want to lose them." Honey, you have to take that chance, they'll feel worse if they find outon their own," she sighs "And not just the gender thing, the thingbetween your legs, but.. well what else you are." I.. I know." I look up at her, feeling a tear run down my face. "I.. Iknow, and I will... next weekend I.. I'm gonna get it all sorted. I.. Ineed to go home tomorrow and make some calls, sort things out."She nods. "That's a sensible sissy, be careful how you do things. So..can I. The very next day at work, Lucille dropped by my office slipping me an envelope along with some files I'd been waiting for. I'd been somewhat apprehensive at seeing her, wondering how she might react towards me now having had time to think through everything that had been said, and had happened. I was relieved when she smiled, though she quickly turned heading back towards her own office having dropped off the letter. I stood up closing my own door, even as I felt the sudden swelling of my cock. You wouldn’t believe how much we go through these days!“OK everyone, back to work. I need the Foreman, workers, factory girls, Fantine and John Valjean.“Musical number Zero One, ‘At The End Of The Day,’ please?”I raised my baton. My eight violinists begin this number... (Eight boys and four girls)THE POORAt the end of the dayyou are another day olderAnd that’s all you can sayfor the life of the poorIt’s a struggle, it’s a warAnd there’s nothingthat anyone’s givingOne more day standing.