Manly.” Willoweyes tossed her mane, the soft, silvery hair caressing my face.“He...touched me.” I trembled. “He...rubbed at my pussy. I tried ...o stop him...” The tears returned, burning down my cheek. “I'm so sorry. I couldn't stop him.”“You still have your innocence,” Willoweyes answered, pulling away to stare into my eyes, her sharp horn bobbing before me. “You're still sweet and innocent. You have been spoiled you. You can't hurt me.”I hugged her, pulling her muzzle to my breasts. Her horn. "Yes," I said. My manhood ached.I took up position. This entailed me leaning over her and perching my elbows to either side of her, leaving daylight between our torsos and seeking togetherness only at our groins. It felt so unatural not to kiss or embrace or caress in any way, but rules were rules and I better respect them. She actually smelled good — the usual female body perfumes or what not. I kind of hated her for that: why would the bitch make herself so nice if she didn't want intimacy? I. Because of my conditionI liked to keep things warm, so "she" favored shorts and tops that hadcollars or details around the collar that were clearly feminine, but notoutrageously so. The only thing that marked Kate as feminine was theshaved legs and something in her hair - a different clip or band everyday, always colorful.When people would call upon me she would answer the door and escort themin, and some would refer to her as "The unusual young man". I wouldalways say: "No that's Kate. . As soon as they got there it was clear that the men had more on their minds than robbery. On the floor of the kitchen, three of the diner's waitresses and the chef lay, bound, gagged and blindfolded with strips of grey tape. The three waitresses bore the signs of having given the men some sexual amusement, their pink, short skirted uniforms in varying states of disarray. All four reacted in fear to the sound of the men reappearing.The girl nearest to them, who was struggling face down on the.