It’s only a few people that steadfastly refuse to call me Sarah or use the correct pronouns.”“How does that work with new hires then? I imagine ...hey must get confused why some of your colleagues would misgender a woman,” Liz said.“I suppose they do, and then they ask around, and find out that I’m trans. It’s also painfully obvious once they find out. The look in their eyes are different, and they treat me differently,” Sarah said sadly.“You must wish you could move somewhere new then,” Liz. I moaned so loudly. As I came I heard the door click shut, my dad clearly hadn't left the room completely before. Now he knew what a slut I was, and he knew that I was up for it.After that, I became quite brazen. That next day was a Saturday, and I spent a lot of it walking round the house in a cropped t-shirt and white knickers with little blue flowers on them. My tits were filling out nicely but mainly what you could see through the t-shirt was my puffy nipples. The knickers were a few years. He tasted of stale piss, but I licked and sucked at him with gusto. My hands played with his balls, my tongue pressed against his shaft and my teeth raking at his length as I bobbed up and down. Keith kept one hand on my tit, but the other grabbed a handful of my hair and started to force me to take more of his cock into my mouth; he knew I was chocking on his dick, but he didn't give a toss. He was going to fuck my mouth for all he was worth. Oh Jesus. Now I know he was a disgusting pig who. The additional moisture allowed my tormentor to put his entire hand in my cunt, he balled it into a fist and tried to push it forward. I passed out and when I came to, a guy was fucking me so hard I thought the table would buckle underneath us. One hand grabbed my hair, the other slapped my ass, and his cock jack hammered my pussy. He thrust in deep, stiffened and I felt him come. He pulled out only to be replaced by a guy with a larger, thicker cock. I heard some metallic rattling, a few.