In the opposite corner of the tent was another stone floor, connected by stepping stones. There, a low table supported numerous wooden boxes - all mar...elously decorated with carving, gems, and gold.Khepri inspected the jugs, nodded in approval, and then ordered all the male servants to leave, and continue their work in another tent. Two other women remained.“Bring the stones,” Khepri told one of the women. She then turned to Isetnofret and said, “I will see that your wig and clothes are cared. I love to have his balls in my mouth but, knowing how sensitive they are, I’m afraid I’ll do damage if Bobby hits an especially touchy spot. I suck them in carefully, one after another, rolling each one around on my tongue. Mike growls his pleasure but eventually, disengages again and I understand why when I see that Gloria again has Paul on his knees drinking in the juices of her bountiful cunt.Mike’s heavy cock, swollen, stiff and wet from my lengthy oral attentions, waves like a baton. “He’s just so cute, I couldn’t help myself. I mean, you let me get my hand down his pants, and all I did was kiss him. But then the little bitch bit me!” A perplexed expression came over Sam’s face and he looked at me. I nodded. He looked back to his friend. “Where’d he bit you?”“My tongue.” Sam looked back at me and there was a smile on his face. I felt a bit bold, so I said, “I don’t like how he kisses. I like it better when you kiss me. And his breath stinks.” Sam’s smile. “You aren’t really a woman, you are a pathetic white boy who needed the pretense of being a woman to realize your nasty true nature. Don’t be afraid to show off your worthless cock now. You are a filthy, faggot, cocksucking cum-whore who now knows that you are only fit to please Black men. I destroyed you and recreated you to be what I wanted, a white sissy bitch. Own who you are, just like I own you.” Somehow, she understood that they were words of empowerment and she turned to face.