She’d wanted to write to her parents, old friends, but everyone she knew had cut off contact with her following her arrest, so she wrote to herself....he wasn’t allowed a pen so she’d used her own blood as the ink. She’d written that she’d collected a cup of her blood, from her period, and dipped a bamboo stick in it, used it as her pen. The paper she’d swiped from an office she was cleaning... How deeply impressed I was by her legerdemain... Like her face, her writing didn’t convey much feeling.. She wanted him to fuck her, she had been so close but still he would not fuck her. Oh what a slut, just a few days ago she had been a man herself, now a dirty filthy cum queen! The jizz melted and rolled in her mouth between her mouth and her tongue. It tasted so good, but only if she could be with her wife. But would her wife give in to the tastes of another woman's vagina? This was not her plight! It was Gregor er? Donna's plight. She was NOT Donna? this was all wrong. So warm and so. He could tell from the sounds he herd that there was a un-comfortableness in what he was doing. Going deeper, he watched her reach for her pussy. She stroked it rough and then forgot to as he rammed deeper and then deeper. Bringing a knee further under herself, she raised the other leg allowing his length to hit home. It bumped her hitting hard. She was in orgasm. "This is where I always have her," he thought. But he wasn't ready yet. He removed his dirty cock from her ass and gave it to her to. Whilst enjoying our meal Sam ran through a list of possible limits with Annie to ensure that he didn’t subject her to anything she wouldn’t be comfortable with laterWhen we walked across the room to the ladies room Annie’s body was a sight to behold, all eyes were on her, mine included as she effortlessly glided across the floor, breasts swaying to and froOnce we had finished our meal we wandered back across the lane to my houseI offered a drink but both to my surprise decided they wanted to go.