Beth, where’s my torch?”Beth arrived with a torch that was badly in need of fresh batteries. The dim light showed that the covering over my genita...ia was no longer in place, but Beth couldn’t know that its displacement was purely due to Liz being unable to see, so it was a bit harsh of her to tell Liz off for groping, and arousing, an injured man, which, unfortunately, she hadn’t done. Not intentionally, at least.“I did no such thing, ask him.”Beth didn't ask me, what she did do was go to one. May she have mercy of your poorunmanly soul. And may she see that your bra fits properly.You can't become a woman in that Beauty Salon. You are not worthy. You canbecome, as you are forced to experience all the tortures a man could faceat the hands of women, only a third rate semi-female, not allowed to orcapable of having the title of Miss or Mrs. You may become semi-pretty.Your hair may be curled and your face precisely made up. But because yourwoman wants you to suffer, there will always be. .Sahab bola chalo tumhari jaise marzi ghar ke ander bhag bhag kar aah gaye nange the daar tha ki koi aaju baju wala dekh na le ander jate hi masi ko bola yeh dono mere khas hai inko khush karo masi ne dono constable ki pant kholne lagi aur lund chup chap bahar nikalne lagi sehlana shuru kar diya itne lambe lambe lund baap re kaale kaale dono ki bhukhi nigahein meri masi ke boobs par thi dabaye ja rahe the kabhi masi iss side lund chus rahi thi kabhi uss taraf dono side se nooche ja rahe the. They were so full and round, wobbling freely with every little movement she made. Even now, as she leant across the table, they hung in magnificent form. Poking out from each was a thick, fat nub of a nipple. Far larger than I would have guessed. I suppose her bra hid most of their presence.To my chagrin, I could feel myself getting hard at the sight. What's wrong with me, I thought before sitting down at the table to hide it before it made a tent in my, thankfully, baggy pyjama pants.I kept my.