Without a word, he thumped to the table, sat down, and ate.No compliment. No greeting. I couldn’t wait to steal his women from him and make them my ...wn.I stood up, “Yes, I need to speak with Dr. Rita Jones. It’s very important. I’m a patient of hers. I have questions about her, um, unique technique.”“Doesn’t everyone?” the nurse laughed as I walked down the hallway. “I can send a message.”“Okay, can you tell her to call Fatima Abboud. I have the same technique and—”“You’re a futanari?” the. That, in itself, seems pretty bad, but it gets much nastier and wilder as the day goes on. To begin with, he was my 7th grade teacher in school. As if that were not enough of a taboo, he was a black man. Truth be told, I was responsible for his interest in me. I had been flirting with him for months, I must have driven that poor man out of his mind (I would do things like sit in the front row with a short skirt on and no panties). So one day (probably after he got tired of his constant blue. Tom had one hand between them, on her tit. He was squeezing it and pinching her nipple. Now, not many other women I know enjoy having their nipples mistreated as much as Anne did! You can pinch her almost to the point of drawing blood, and it will make her cum like a freight train! Any way... Tom happened to open his eyes and saw me standing there. He looked like he was going to have a heart attack! I smiled and motioned for him to just continue on! As I got in the car, I started in on Anne's. ..Wow!...what a pretty face!!...I'm definitely going to wank on her face!..and as I was thinking if she would let me jizz all over her face, I think she would if I asked, but I will do that later in the coming days. Along the journey, she asked me if I wanted to eat something and I told her that a quick lunch would be a good idea since it was already afternoon and so we stopped after a few minutes and had lunch in a restaurant somewhere in outskirts of Dhaka. The food was a bit spicy, they.