Thenewspapers ran many stories about me along with my pictures. I continuedto work as a waitress at the restaraunt and I was never aloud to wearanythi...g but skirts and dresses. I was taught to do my own makeup andreceived plenty of spankings for doing it poorly! Every morning I wouldmake breakfast for Lisa and myself and came to realize that I couldnever go back to being a boy again even if I could escape. The fear ofeverything coming out into the newspapers about me masquerading as awaitress. . Shhhh…” Jason moaned, as Anne sucked his swelling cock, as he tried not to ejaculate in her mouth. He just wanted to get his cock in her pussy.Anne was getting so wet, she could already taste a little of Jason’s precum as she teased him. Sensing Jason’s growing excitement, Anne moved away from his cock and pushed him onto the bed.They rolled around, with Jason frantically feeling all over her body before slipping his fingers into her wet pussy. Anne felt his hard cock rubbing all over her. I aimed and fired and the man with the whip died as the bullet exploded through his back. The other two let the girl go as I shifted and fired again. This time I shot a soldier in the head and the last was running for the stairs down.I fired several times and he fell and then rolled down the stairs as I jumped up, "Stay here Sinthia."I leaped out and landed in a jarring crouch before I ran to the girl. I thought she was one of us and hesitated when she looked up and at me. She was at least a. He finished cleaning up whatever remaining trace of his sperm that he could detect, and he threw the wads of toilet paper in the trash can next to the desk. Then he stood up and pulled his undershorts and slacks back up, and tiptoeing down the carpeted hallway and passed he and his wife's bedroom, where she was still very much engaged in HER activities, and he headed to the kitchen to make a cup of coffee, and he would wait for her and the Bull to finish.He was patient. As a virgin.