" No, that's a lie," he said fondling my right breast."You insinuated that I was ugly," I said slapping his hand away."No," he said playing with a rin...let of my hair, "I told you never to wear that outfit again."I rolled my eyes in frustration."So what were you trying to prove, that you're fuckable?" You seemed unimpressed," I said looking him in the eye challengingly."You know why I like you Coffee Girl? You are the only person in the office that tells me "fuck off" everyday."I began to wonder. Eventually she broke her focus, and turned back to those who joined her in seeing the finished product. "My grandfather Archibald King brought this back from Germany. It was theorized that it could work somewhat like a portal to the astral plane, or convert biological matter into pure energy. However, until today, it's never been attempted--at least, there's no documentation of actual results."Emilia slowly walked away from her place at the railing, heading to an equally ancient panel of gears. “See you tomorrow for breakfast?” “Bye darling, have fun,” Jess replied breathing heavily. “Bye Tim, so nice to meet and fuck you.” She giggled. “Bye Jess and likewise.” I smiled and kissed her. We walked back to Mandy’s caravan, and once inside Mandy turned and locked the door. “No more free shows tonight. I want you all to myself now!” She laughed. Mandy poured us both a glass of wine. “Come on let’s get comfy in the bedroom.” I followed Mandy into the bedroom, where she put the bedside. But then I "used" to be a guy. Ialso never wore the bra size of 52EE or very tight clothes that show offmy very slender very firm body with legs that go from here to Hell andback and an ass that men would love to fuck forever. My hair was blacknot blonde, my eyes were hazel not a piercing pale blue and I was prettyintelligent now I'm dingy as hell only thinking of how to pleasuremen/women with my body. I'm writing this because my Mistress ordered me to, and she gets whatevershe wants, or she.