Or wo mera lund chaat rai thi me chutnay he wala tha k lun munh say nikal liya or sidha ho k us ki phudi per rkh diya wo boli nahi karan ander nahi ke...na me nay jaha upara upar regroo ga wo razi ho gayi…me uski chikni phudi per apna lun regerraha tha…or us k mumay choos raha tha wo sisi rahi thi 5 min baad me nay kaha nicky ander ker doo wo kuch na boli me smj gaya k us ki ag or bherk chuki hay me ne uski phudi(pussy)per apna lun reka thora zor lgaya mera lun slip ho k nichay chela gya me ne. Are you really so much of a coward or just too proud to admit that I was right about her? Or maybe too ashamed? Whichever it is, it's downright deplorable, babe.Hence why I invited our guest.To make a show of it.To tease you.To punish you.To degrade you.To make you enjoy the regret.You can't see my crooked, smug smile as I reach out to him, you still unaware of his presence. Only as our glasses clink, you nudge your head again, searching for the meaning of this unforeseen, yet distinct noise.A. I sent her the first instructions in the morning before her first day in the conference. That would be the day, when she would give her presentation to a 200 head audience. I gave her two rules: 1. She must dress as slutty as she would dare. 2. Only three pieces of clothing was allowed, including shoes which counted for one. Even though we were texting, i sensed that she was panicking a bit. She's very good at what she's doing, and suddenly she needs to dress like a slut in a professional. My penis looked like a clit and it was very easy to mistake me as a female. So what was I to do? The path I was going down was obvious. I was becoming a female. Is that what I really wanted or needed? I decided there was only one way to find out. I needed to go out in public as a female. I needed to see what the reaction would be. Could I pass myself off as a woman and not have anyone suspect differently? I had a job that had a liberal dress code. I had been growing my hair out and now.