She seemed almost removed from the scene around her. It was as if her mind was somewhere else. One by one the people in the group moved on to continue...mingling and trying to impress others with their importance.Finally I said, "May I get you a fresh champagne?"She smiled, "Why yes you may, thank you."Knees rubbery, I got 2 fresh glasses and handed one to her. Her fingers brushed my hand as she took it, and I felt an electric shock up my arm.She smiled, "These affairs can be so boring don't you. " She nodded.I hurried out to the lobby and said, "Tiff, you will not be bothered again. I promise. But if anyone does come around to give you any more static, send Michael to the Hundley mansion and ask for me. If he is refused access to me, he is to say his next stop will be the newspapers and they will be told everything."Puzzled, Tiffany asked, "What everything?" What doesn't matter. The threat alone will be more than sufficient, believe me." I slipped on my jeans, patted her on the. The mirror set at the far end gave the walk-inan impression of great distance; rows and racks sweepingoff into infinity (then again, the ceilings seemed highertoo, and there were no mirrors mounted up there...).I didn't give these spatial distortions much thought,however. I felt free, deliciously free and uninhibited.Unencumbered by a burden I'd never wanted, my mood shiftedonce more. Relief turned swiftly to euphoria; I'd beenliberated from my gendered prison, casting aside my falsemasculinity. Slowly I lowered my head down, stuck my tongue out and started circling her sphincter. She loved it. Every few revolutions my tongue found its way into the middle of her hole and I gently pushed it in. I worked some spit up for lubrication and started to lather her sphincter. By this time my cock was rock hard and I knew what to do. I got on top of her, started tongue kissing her while she helped my dick finds its destination. I felt my head rubbing on her hole.I started pushing gently and my.