~Why do you need an hotel? The house waits for you. I thought it was politeness to His Excellency that you stayed in the Embassy?~ was the surprising ...eply.When Derek saw the house which had been found for him, his heart sank a little. It was huge, by English standards. Three stories and with rooms on all four sides of a central courtyard, it looked big enough for ten families. There was a resident staff headed by a self-important and rather corpulent Chief Eunuch. There were kitchen staff and. And that was it -- perfect -- unlikely to attract undue attention in public, I had an outfit perfect for showing off my sissy intentions to horny men at the adult book store. I sure didn't look like a woman, but I certainly did look like I wanted to be fucked like one.There were only three cars in the lot when I parked at the ABS -- about what I figured. I went in and bought $20 of tokens from the clerk so the old queen would know that I would feed the machines and wouldn't bother me.The arcade. Her other hand pulled the sheet free and then pushed my nightgown up around my waist. I felt her fumbling with the fastening of her trousers and then the disturbing sensation as the rigid bulk of her strap-on pressed against my anus.I squealed and tried to wriggle as she pushed her hips forward, pressing the dildo into me but my response seemed only to encourage her. “What a slut,” she chortled, “you just love it don’t you?”The trouble was that in response to the pressure in my arse, my cock. The ball wobbled slightly in the air, hit the upright, and then caromed off to the side.The Raiders were going fucking bonkers on their side of the field. We just stared in disbelief at the goalpost the ball had bounced off. Earl Ray came over and helped Eugene to his feet. Eugene was just kneeling there on the grass, crying. He went off the field, and it was our turn to kick it back to the Raiders. Our only hope was for an onside kick, but they managed to grab the ball. It was less than two.