I suggested Pizza Corner I was familiar with, in my neighborhood. Before she had a chance to say anything, I told her it was my treat, no arguments! A...ain, before she could say anything, I put a finger to her mouth and shhh'd her, saying I wouldn't have it any other way. Just having my finger against her soft lips, gave me an unexpected chill. Calm down, Sheela, I cautioned myself, she might be like an ordinary Indian girl, soon to be married to a good-looking hunk of man after her studies.. Before we left we made all the arrangements on when and where the photos would be sent, just before we left the photographer said he knew people that were always looking for someone like myself to model clothing in transgender magazines and catalogs. He asked if we would allow him to show them some proofs. Well I must admit I was flattered and it really made me feel especially beautiful but I knew that was something we couldn't do. However before I answered him I thought oh this was just part. And she insists that... that they had the same leader..." Good Lord, Jean! You can't believe that medieval nonsense! Dammit, those pipe-smoking, nursing-home cases ought to be carted away!" Mark snapped, rolling onto his back and letting free of her breast.Immediately, Jean turned over, crowding close to hug him. He could see her lovely heart-shaped face by the light of the half- moon filtering in through their open window."Well, don't get angry with me, Sweetheart," she entreated. "I'm only. “I am your fucktoy,” I say out loud.“I am your whore,” I call out louder.“I am your slut,” I bellow.“I am your little bitch pet!” I yell out.“Mmmm, yes, a fucking whore bitch pet,” you repeat, smiling and spreading your cunt lips open. My eyes are locked on the drop of sweet nectar extending and stretching from your sweet lips—the leak extending erotically towards the floor.“Yes, Mistress, a fucking whore, slut, cunt, bitch-in-heat fucktoy!” I scream out, my face and body blushing with the loud.