Then she pulled a very short tan skirt up her legs and fastened it at the waist. She rarely wore this garment. It was definitely a party skirt. She di...n't even like to wear it on the street for more than half a block because it always drew stares and often comments.Finally she donned a thin knit top, which clung nicely to her bare breasts, and on the top of it she wore an open tan jacket without buttons or clasps in front that made a kind of brief suit with the short skirt.She looked at herself. The waste was shameful.The Reverend Mother pulled the blanket off her body and the outline of a sizable cock was visible through her nightgown. “This!” she said, grabbing her crotch with one hand “Is not the work of the lord! Be gone WITCH! I will take no part in your perversions!”Jessica turned her gaze back to Mother Superior, her eyes a pair of cold steel daggers piercing through the old bitch.“Have it your way.”Jessica raised back to her full height, turned and strolled past the splatter of. Mistress Diana reached under the girl with one hand and grabbed the girl's tit, digging her talon-like fingernails into the soft flesh. The girl squealed painfully and then came all over the Mistress's fake cock. As the poor captured submissive came, her Mistress increased her savage thrusting, intent on prolonging the girls orgasm. She pinched the girl's nipple and slapped her tits hard. She shoved the plastic cock deep into her pussy over and over as the girl squealed and moaned and. "I could tell you that it's over, or I could indulge your dirty little secret. Neither is particularly appealing."Sigh."What do you think?" Couldn't we just forget this ever happened?" he said, finishing the last salmon hand-roll."Oh I don't think so... that hardly seems possible now. What I mean to say is that every time I think about you, I have this mental image of you - with breasts and a penis. This sort of odd genderness mixed together - two strands that just don't belong together but.