Soon Anirban and Kishku were relaxing in the hall, while Sarda went to the kitchen to bring drinks (whiskey) and snacks etc, and put it all on the cen...re-table of the Sofas. And while, having slightly leaned forward over the centre-table, Sarda’s pallu suddenly slid off her [left] shoulder and fell down, in a heap, revealing her midriff or bust-contours, thereby giving their guest-friend a jolt of desire up his spine. And Kishku’s eyes sparkled with lust for Sarda.Anyway, having adjusted her. "Do they knowthat you are trans? Do you talk about that with them?"I nodded. "Yea..."She nodded back "Good. What are they telling you to do?"I looked at the ceiling and sighed. "They...she...is telling me that Ishould explore it...come to 'grips with it'...stop...what she calls the 'hide,deny, and repress' mentality that I learned under foster care."Sarah nodded again and gestured. "Yea, looking your place I never wouldhave guessed that you weren't 'just another guy'. Kinda' wondered. She hadplenty of reason to be concerned, although she didn't know that forcertain and there wasn't much I could tell her."Everything is fine," I assured her with a faint smile as I started forthe car. I could have added the word "now", but if I had told her whathad nearly happened to all of us there in Ovid, she would have hadplenty to be concerned about.It was a beautiful late summer day, and I regretted having such a lovelyafternoon taken from me. I couldn't even enjoy it by. " No, Massa, never." Shanika was a little scared at this. Her ass was burning from the beating and her breasts were still sore from the treatment they'd just received."Just a couple to warm it up, that's all. Is that ok?" he asked."Yes, Massa, please beat yo' nigger's pussy." She felt herself starting to cry again even though he hadn't started on her sensitive sex.Whap! Whap! Both blows landed right between her legs, but she continued to hold her legs back, offering up her womanhood to his open.