The Latino guy whose photo I had seen was sitting in the corner, slowly masturbating, while my Duty-Free friend had gone to grab me.“Hey, I am Victo..., from Mexico,” he said, not getting out of his chair. I walked towards him and said, “Neil, Delhi” before I put my mouth on his mouth, making out with him and taking his cock in my hands.I started masturbating him, unaware about what my other friend (whose name I never got, but for the sake of the story let’s call him Dhruv) was doing. Without. She took it in her soft hands and gently rubbed it with the wash cloth. Her touch caused my cock to begin to harden. I closed my eyes as I felt her put lower her mouth onto the head. she started to enthusiastically suck. she had more energy as tho she was enjoying herself. she took her mouth off and went back to cleaning it. I opened my eyes and looked down at her. her long black hair was wet and her pale skin shined from the light and the water. I suddenly felt something in my heart that. She liked the taste of his sperm, and thesensation of when it erupted out of his dick. Hell, she liked sex.She was common now. She was a whore and a maid. She was fat and trans.She was foreign and black.Yeah, everyone would hate her. Hell, she hated herself.* *A week later, and Kalissa stood in front of the mirror in herunderwear. She must be a woman, she thought. Why was it so hard to findsomething to wear?Every week, Dr. Chambers and Kalishia went to lunch, and they'd talkabout the hatred. The way her lips caved in and out with John’s finger was hypnotic and I couldn’t help notice (again) how helpless she was. I’d already cum twice but that thought was making me hard again. That was definitely blackmail worthy, but damn was that intense material. Why the hell would I blackmail my sister and what the hell would I blackmail her for?…well, duh.If both my hands weren’t currently holding a phone steady, I’m sure one of them would have slammed into my face. I pictured myself holding.