I should have been frightened by this sudden intrusion.I tried to shut out such thoughts but instead I found myself imaginingpressing my flesh against...their hard bodies.Ugh! It was shameful. It was gross. It was exciting. But what straightguy wants to admit, even to himself, that they are getting their rocks offthinking about naked men? "You didn't just think that, did you? I can'tbelieve it," my tiresome voice complained.As my obsession grew and morphed it seemed to start affecting my. Although the disappointment on his face was apparent, there was also a look of intrigue as he smiled back at me.Once I got back home and transformed back to my usual gender, I could not stop thinking about Allister. Although he far exceeded my taste for masculinity, I had warmed to his charm and found him sexy. Much as I had enjoyed my journey into the drag realm, I was, nonetheless, also uncomfortable with my deceptive behaviour and hoped that I had not caused him too much distress.To my. Samantha was trying hard to get up, but the eunuchs held her in the undignified position, flat on her back with her knees on her chest. Then something short, hard and cold was pressed into the entrance to her vagina and strapped in position. Only after that was she allowed to stand up, and the fat eunuch helped her dress in a silk gown, blue this time. He also gave her an embroidered handkerchief which she realised was what he had used to wipe the blood from her thighs.Meanwhile the Emir had. We decided to meet in a park where there were generally few people. As I was walking up to the bench where we chose to meet, I could see she was wearing a skirt that went down to her knees and a sexy blouse which showed off her round breasts and her nipples were hard and could be seen with ease. I sat next to her and we were both excited/nervous. This was just suppoed to be an introduction, but we both knew waht we wanted. I moved closer to her and she placed her hand on my leg very close to my.