Not that it mattered, it felt amazing. My ass was being raped by a stranger that had forced me to suck shit off my butt plug and robbed my house, and...all I could think about was how good it felt to have him fucking my ass. From behind me I heard, “Fuck”, and then the binder clip on my cunt lips was roughly removed, “Fucking thing hurt my balls”. My pain was much more intense. Removing the clip hurt much worse than When it was put it on. But my mind was all fucked up now, and pain registered. The friends that my wives brought to the party were their bridge partners. So the first thing my concubines thought to do was set up some card tables and chairs to pass the time while I was in medical. The AI helped by replicating the tables, chairs, score pads, pencils and playing cards.For the next couple of hours, I cycled my concubines through medical. I accompanied them to medical so they had support and so my paranoid mind would not worry about them. My paranoid mind was not helped at all. We both remained silent afterthat for a long time. Then Noor left saying, "Goodbye Amira, you are sucha pretty girl. Hope we will meet again at some point. With these cutetits and puffy vagina, you are never going to get back to being a man inthis life!" I closed the door and started crying on my bed. Femalehormones made it easier to cry already, but this time I felt like my onlyconnection to my previous life was being taken away from me.The following day everyone learning that Shaikh Asghar. Sure, it was great that all my close friends had a significant other to share their time with, but in all honesty, and especially on nights like this, it was frustrating beyond belief. I took another sip of my drink and mulled the flavours over in my mouth, running my tongue along the outside of my lip, wetting it ever so slightly. I sometimes imagined if men looking in my direction at the time found this action in any way sensual, or if they felt it was as silly as I did, to lick your lips in.