Then she watched as his eyes went lower down her body. The thong panties were so wonderfully small and it didn't do much except to perfectly cover the...little triangle she had trimmed. Seeing his eyes go to her pussy area and knowing he could see the wetness of her panties from Brandon's load of cum she still had in her, she almost embarrassingly wanted to cross her legs somehow so he couldn't see. Then, as Michael's eyes locked in on that most intimate area between Michelle's legs, she saw the. ” I know I’m a girl. I have no doubt in my mind of who I am. At least…” She looks away. “Until I’m out in public. When people find out I’m trans, they make me feel like I’m some kind of… freak. Even when they’re being nice, they have a way of making me feel like an oddity. Or some kind of foreign object.” She brings her gaze back to me as tears fall down those soft caramel cheeks. She quickly wipes them away. “But not when I’m with you. You make me feel loved and accepted. You make me believe. Her master did not think she was worthy of a proper name. She was his slave. He owned her body and mind. He did not buy her. She gave herself to him to be his sex slave.She served him and those he would lend her to, in any way they chose to use her. That meant that she did not get out often. When in her master's home, she was kept naked and open for him to use. Sometimes, there would be guests that she would be required to serve, clothed, at least to start. Now there was to be a grand ball.She. Getting ready for my first night at work was nerve racking, I wanted to make sure that I looked good. I went to the closet and pulled out a Mr. Bubble T-shirt and a pair of cut-off shorts. I pulled my hair up in a pony tail and made sure my makeup was perfection. Once I found the perfect earrings and shoes I headed out the door. Once I got to work I went to my station. I worked behind the counter, so everyone had to come to me to get drinks or snacks. It was perfect really, I was in the middle.