Speedo and I shrugged; it was a slow night anyway and we didn't have girlfriends at the time nor did we really expect any action on that front.We pile... into Speedo's car and off we went. We chose a movie, bought popcorn and drinks and headed into the theater. It was stadium seating and Kristy wanted to sit in the back row. The row was empty as was most of the theater and we trudged up the steps. We sat in the middle: Kristy, Speedo between us and then me.The muzak was running along with the. I rang the buzzer and a few seconds later, the heavy door slid open.“Good morning, Eve! Come on in. I’m Peter, Karen’s intern.”I was greeted by a tall, slender man, dressed in all black, a red bowtie, with a flamboyant personality. His pompadour hairstyle complimented his platinum blond hair. As an empath, I could easily absorb people’s energy, and he was certainly high vibration.“Unfortunately, Karen had to leave last minute,” said Peter. “Family emergency.”“Oh, no.” I frowned, shaking off my. That got more laughter.After four years of living as a sissy, understanding that I truly am asissy and knowing that the only reason I'm alive is to serve others.Hearing the boys laugh at me is normal, I'm used to it. But the girlsbeing sarcastic, that is still kind of embarrassing. Maybe there is alittle bit of boy left in me after all. I also knew that's why my motherhad me say good night to them. She likes to make sure I know my place,and that place is at the bottom. Her and my father have. So it had been easy for her to nastily perform the depraved act for Pablo, and his gang of near-rapists, and slutily gratify his perverted fixation, in order bribe him into fucking her ass, sooner.Finally turning her huge tits loose, Pablo again took his place behind her ass. This time he dropped his pants and shorts, then pushed his swollen cockhead against her loosened, creamy wet anus and, with the others watching closely, grabbed her by the hips and began stuffing her back door full of his.