And her make up was expertlydone....smoky eyeshadow, long black eyelashes, glossy magenta lips. Herfingernails were long and matched the magenta of h...r lips.No one would have guessed that two years ago, Amanda Crawford was a mannamed Michael. No one that is, except Dr. Morgan. But even now on thefinal day of her "work" with Amanda, she was having a hard timebelieving her eyes."Hello, Dr. Morgan. I hope I'm not too late," sang Amanda's raspy, butfeminine voice."Not at all. Wow, girl. You. She was keeping count and had been fucked by nine guys when she heard her brother’s voice come in. As soon as number nine pulled out her brother got on the bed behind her. He slapped her ass hard and called her Cassandra. That must be the girl on her floor. Then she felt his finger being pushed into her asshole. She wasn’t pleased but she couldn’t let him know that it was her. So she relaxed and accepted his finger probing her. Then it was no real surprise when she felt his cock pushing its way. He began a rapid staccato of thrusts, driving his whole length as far as he could into her body.She stayed quite still, knowing that if she fought him off or made any movement signifying her reluctance, his immediate anger was likely to send him over the edge and she would be the target. Bent as she was, she could see her small tits as they slapped around, her nipples hardening with the mounting excitement his fucking was creating in her. She might have reached an orgasm, but, suddenly, the. I waited as instructed until an extremely beat-up Ford pickup pulled up in front of me. "You're Jason O'Neill right?" a crusty voice said through the window."Yes," I replied and held up the two suitcases I had."Throw those in the back and climb in," the voice said. "I figure we'll do the chat on the way, and then you can audition for me tonight at dinner."I followed the instructions and climbed into the cab. I'm not sure what I expect to find, but there was a blond man with a number of old.