She held her hands before her blushing face.“Sam...fill this heel with that champagne!”She looked up and saw me with her heel in front of her. Her...face looked a bit confused, but she took the bottle and poured some champagne into it.“Good girl! Mmmm. I’ve gotta tell you, Sam...I’ve got huge fetish for pretty girl’s feet in nylons and pantyhose. Those gorgeous nylon feet you’ve got are beautiful!”She instantly blushed and curled her pretty nylon toes. Oh, that made it even hotter.“And do you. She spoke in a very angry voice, ”are you going to spend the whole day kissing or will you move further.”I was really relieved at hearing this and immediately placed my right hand on her boobs. I was cupping her left boob over her clothing. Her boobs were big judging by the cupping and all along she was giving a gentle moan. Then immediately I removed her T-Shirt and found her white colored laced bra covering her boobs. I don’t know how the bra was holding those huge boobs. She then ordered me. I sat cross-legged and nervous, my tiny pathetic soft one-inch cock tucked safely between my legs. She slowly pulled her thong down her smooth, sexy legs and let it hit the floor, then she caressed her breasts and her stomach before reaching her pussy. ‘You want sex change?’ she said in her strong Hungarian accent. ‘You want to be real woman like me?’ she continued, caressing her naked body in front of me. I nervously nodded. Without saying another word, she reached into her wardrobe and pulled. .. She says she knows they’re subhuman, but I don’t fink she really believes it ... So I had to push her down a bit more!”We swing back to Anita, who is still looking at Mark, then turns to look at us. The expression on her face suggests that she’s not too bright – impressed by what her partner has just said.“Some people might call that a terrible thing to say ... A very racist thing.” Says Ozvik.“Yeah ... Well...” Begins Anita, thinking through what she’s saying, but obviously not.