" That's a nice little toy", the man said, as he started to stroke it with his two fingers. He then took his other hand and pulled his own fly down an... fumbled with his clothing to get his cock out for me to see. This was different to me. It was sort of pointed and didn't have a head. He then pulled back his forskin to reveal the hole at the end. It was getting hard as he stroked his own cock, and the skin was tightening to show his whole cock. It was sort of big but not huge like I had. O'Malley walked out and an older man in his sixties came into the room, Laurel whispered to Alex "Montcliff is almost beside himself with rage, he didn't know about the birthmark, he also thought the nightdress had been burnt at his orders, he has no idea what this Beaker plans to say and is close to frothing at the mouth" Alex grinned at Laurel and whispered back "good let the world see what a mad dog he really is." Allora gripped her hands together trying not to fidget as the silence filled. Her mascara streaked down her face from tears of pain and joy from eyes that shone with unnatural lust over the broad, shaggy shoulder of her seducer. Zatanna big down on her knuckles to stem her screams and drank her own hot passionate blood as it stained her lips. It didn’t matter that this sex crazed stranger had torn apart her white silk blouse, or covered her exposed pert breasts with his saliva. It didn’t matter that her hips felt like they were splitting as if in child birth, after all. This is not a subjector aspect of your identity that you like to speak of often. Primarilybecause, even now (maybe even especially now) nobody really gets it andthe increasingly charged nature of the whole zeitgeist around suchmatters is such that it always invites a slimy slew of uncomfortablequestions. You are 100% a woman, a very feminine (if darkly so) one atthat, and you despise being lumped in with the "nonbinary" or the"genderqueer", or having anyone put asterisks on your sex in any.