The article concluded with an account of how the women of the harem had risen up against the Pasha's oppression and had conspired in his assassination... leaving his naked body to be found, dripping with blood from a slit throat, in his bath.I wasn't sure how much, if any, of the article to believe. I was about to turn the page when something drew my attention back to the picture of the Pasha's harem. One of the figures seemed curiously familiar. I reached for the magnifying glass that I keep to. Chris wasn't gay, not even bi, he just really liked going full girlie on the weekend, and we met because he was dying for a friend to share it with. To me, he was a she, she was Chrissy, and I only knew the bare basics of her other life, just what I had learned in the name of safe and sane play. It seemed to be very theraputic, over the course of our friendship, Chrissy smiled a lot more these days, with hardly any lipstick on her teeth any more.This particular evening, I had come over with a. It’s bad enough with these 2 seeing me.”“They don’t mind, do you guys.”“No.”“No.”“Right then, lift those gorgeous legs.”By that time I was sat in the middle of the table with my legs together; and for some stupid reason I lay back and lifted my legs. I got them right back to the sides of my face.“I can’t get them any further.” I said.“Here, let me help you.” Ryan said as he went round to my head and pressed down on my ankles. I could feel my big toes touching the table.I looked at Pete and. I can hear you squeezing your pillow hard. My fingers go back for more and this time I rub it all over your pussy lips. Mmmm...yaah.... I love the sounds you make...so fucking sexy, Angel. I spread your slick pussy lips apart and push down to your asshole and your hand moves to grab my cock...aahh, fuck I'm throbbing hard now, baby. My finger moves from your ass to your hot, wet cunt and back and forth as I rub your clit with my palm ...oooaaahhmmm... you draw long breaths and exhale quickly..