. Uh, what is the word?”“A miracle,” Jeff offered.“Yes, a female firing a weapon at anything, other than maybe a target, would normally be eve... beyond one learning to defend herself physically and would definitely fall into the miracle category. Aggression has been ... bred out of them, I suppose. Instead, they have been bred to serve any male who asks for it, and I seriously doubt that could ever be changed to any significant degree. That said, I have worked with my females and have had some. He looked me up and down standing there in a skirt and blouse, highheels on, makeup on, my long hair pulled back with my hair band with apurse in my hand.He seemed confused at first. "Andy, dude what the fuck? Why are youdressed up like a girl?"I looked down, seeing the small bumps that my breasts created in myblouse, to the purse in my hands all the way down to my skirt andheels."Ben, there's something I need to tell you," I said.He went from being confused to being an asshole. "What? That my. One grabbed my mouth to keep me quiet then I felt my knickers been forced into my mouth, I tasted my own pussy on them as my mouth was stuffed full of my knickers. Then gagged and tied I had to endure as each of the 4 lads gave my bum 3-4 lashes, my cheeks stung.They pinned my in place and they began to explore my pussy, fingers went deep inside me, my legs were moved further appart then I felt the tip of a cock rub against my pussy lips. I tried to stand but was forced back down and the. She was afraid the reality would be disappointing or even unpleasant. Maybe this was one of those things better left a fantasy? The images of Vera's slender body kept Kirsten awake. She imagined it would feel softer and a little rounder than the bodies of the men she had been with. She could not sleep without touching herself. She had to finger herself to climax before finding rest.The next day, Kirsten was drinking a coffee in the cafe close to her flat. She was deeply absorbed in her book,.