.? The following tale is fictional butsprinkled with a few truths.Rosie was an ugly girl with no becoming features. Even her hair wasunattractively sh...rt and barely covering her ears. The only thing Ienvied her for were her skirts and dresses that she wore. Oh and the factthat she was a girl and I wasn't.We lived in the same house but we were not related in any way. This was achildren's home where many boys and girls came and went depending ontheir circumstances. Some of us were lifers. By that. “Are you going to shit, too?” I asked her.“I am not allowed to piss while wearing the plug in my ass, Sir. It is a house rule that if I am supervised I have to beg to remove it first. I will probably drip down my thighs. If you would be kind enough to stick it in my mouth until I finish, that would be great,” she asked politely as if she was asking me to pass over the butter at dinner.I didn’t think she was really begging at all. It felt like she was asking me to do her a minor favor. Yet, the. She craved to run her fingers through the thick mat of dark hair on his sculpted chest as she watched his pectoral muscles flex occasionally.His firm, round ass just looked sexier the way the towel hugged it tightly, and the bulge in the front was making her throb again. She couldn't stay away from him any longer. She moved to him, put her hand on his ass and squeezed his firm cheeks as she stared at him in the mirror.Charles took the razor away from his face as he glanced at her in the mirror.. I've heard so much about you from UncleEdward." Barnaby grinned insipidly."Yes. Charlotte was one of Lord Edward's early foundlings and thefirst of our special Acolytes, I was her mentor," Mary explained whileBarnaby kept hold of Charlotte's hand."Yes; of course she's a trans...er as you say special," Barnabycorrected himself and Charlotte's ire began to rise.Barnaby twisted Charlotte's hand."I see that you wear the ring. That you are bound by the conventionof the Acolytes of the Circle." .