It wasn?t me she was thinking about,but Rick.It was a bitter, paradoxical situation. My fantasy of living as a womanwas becoming truth but, in exchang..., I felt the emotional distance, thesensation that Ilsa?s love was dimmer, while my devotion towards herremained intact. The sensation of being replaced, and I had thought Iwas irreplaceable. The sensation that Victor was vanishing and that itwould be hard for Victoria to really be born.*Ilsa wanted Victoria to emerge and fly. She spent part of a. Her skin began to develop an oilysheen as she resumed sweating heavily. The liquid allowed her cramped constipatedbowels to move once again and she painfully evacuated hard, raspy turds ina humiliating fanfare of farts. Even for the coarse age she lived in, PrincessGwendolyn had developed a powerful body odour. The combined stench of urine,sweat, farts and shit choked the air around the sweatbox. The smirkingguard wrinkled his nose in distaste, looking down his nose disdainfully atthe. It all seemed their plan all along as they started belly dancing to the tune. I sat there watching all this as they showed off their curves and navel and my tool was saluting them all along.After some steamy belly dancing, Riya got hold of my cock this time and started stroking my penis. She applied some oil too for the easiness and they two seemed to do it like professionals.While Riya was busy with my cock, Sneha was massaging me from the back and kissing all over and got to my neck area. ..”“Yes, ma’am. It’s kinda nice.”“Good. Then let’s dance.”They danced for a couple of slow songs. Ruthie was content to stay quiet, because she couldn’t think of what she should say. Marla made a few comments about the club, mostly to avoid too much awkward silence. Then Ruthie felt Marla’s hands move lower, slowly, until they were on her bottom. Marla was careful to monitor Ruthie’s reaction to every advance, to make sure she wasn’t pushing the girl too hard. Ruthie was nervous, but full of.