I worked my way up to hisears. Nibbling on them at firs then inserting my tongue into his ear. Hestarted to squirm and I whispered to him that I feel...real naughty. "NowCharles" I said "YOU ARE GOING TO TRAT ME, YOU ARE GOING TO BE MY BITCH.I INTEND TO USE MY TOOL ON YOU. YOU ARE GOING TO SUCK IT THEN TAKE ITDEEP INSIDE YOUR HOLE MAKING YOU MY BITCH.I'M GOING TO FUCK YOUR ASS ANDYOU ARE GOING TO LOVE IT!" I continued "IF YOU WANT ME AS YOUR SHEMALETHEN YOU ARE GOING TO BE MY BITCH". I could see. What does it look like I am doing? Go away. Don't you have school today?" Nah. The teachers are having a teacher's conference today and we all got a day off."Audrey gritted her teeth and tried to keep her patience as she heard the little brat climb down from the fence and into her back yard. He had always been annoying but now that he was 14 he was an even bigger neighborhood nuisance."Is it okay if I watch, Mrs. Evans?" he asked as he approached the lounge chair in which she was laying. Audrey. " “Were you born here, Angelique?” “Yes. My dad moved here from France, when he was a young man, to work as a chef in one of the hotels. He was the white one, in case you were wondering,” she smiled and continued, “My mom was born here. They met in a market and fell in love, got married and had me. I learned how to cook from my dad, he was an incredible chef. He had hoped I would follow in his footsteps and take over the restaurant. But, he was very supportive none the less, when I wanted to. I reached down to my crotch. Nothing! Nothing that I wanted to be there, anyway. I pulled my belt tight, tying it in a knot, so my pants wouldn't fall down. When I tried to walk, I stepped right out of my shoes. My socks had pretty good elastic, so they stayed up, even if they were now much too big for Alice's tiny feet. I grabbed the shoes and started running towards home. Nobody had seen me change, but I sure didn't want to run into anybody I knew. Or just run into anybody, since whoever I.