“What a feast… We’ve been here for quite some time, waiting for you to wake.”I can only look down and watch him as he lifts his fingers to my ...ussy. He dips his index finger into my pussy hole and I feel him wiggle it inside before he pulls it out.“So fucking tight.” He says before sucking it into his mouth, moaning as his eyes remain locked on mine the entire time. Standing next to him, Arthur is jerking his cock which seems to be almost 7 inches. Why do I care about the size of his cock? My. I wish I could remember my dreams, whoch produced something so delicious to touch. I'm around seven inches erect and today, it was soft to the touch on the surface but rock hard in the core.I slowly started stroking the underside with my middle finger, then gently carressed the knob, leaving only one thing to do.I started to recall an evening some years ago in a London tranny club called the Philbeach Hotel in Earl's Court, where Monday was the evening when gurls could dress and be themselves,. ’ ‘What? Already? Wow, the work ethic of those barbarians is even worse than I thought.’ ‘No, I mean that she was never my slave girl.I paid Syphax, the vendor, for her freedom.’ ‘Why’d you do that? I know you’re rich, but that’s just throwing money away.’ ‘I didn’t do it as a faceless charity. I did it because… I’m not sure why I did it. Just when I laid eyes on her… I knew that I wanted to protect her. I wanted to save her from the life of forced servitude.’ ‘Well what happened afterwards?. Would it become the wedge that would separate us? Would I ever see it bloom?All week I had expected a letter to arrive from Danny. I had not heard anything from him since the telephone call a week before. Had something happened to him? Had he been able to get back to camp? Had I given him reason to suspect something was wrong?It was the same at work. Doubts clouded my mind. Did my fellow workers harbor suspicions about me? How could they know? I told myself to square my shoulders and look them.