11. Staking My Claim Your eyesYour thighsYour lipsYour hipsYour trannyFannyYour breastsAnd the restOf youI stakeAnd claimI make youMineWith thoughtsOf...youNakedBeneath meNakedBefore meWith my cockUp your assI stakeAnd claimYouBrand youWith myWhite-hot sperm 12. Transcending Gender What matters how lovely the ass or breastsIf one is cursed with a cunt?A transsexual is blessed,For she need not trap or huntThe men she wants; her tits lure,And her buttocks attract,But, of all her charms, the surest. ”I was amazed at how her pussy lips opened up for me when she leaned back and spread her legs. Her lips were full and engorged with blood as a testament to how excited she was. On occasion her mother’s pussy opened up like that. I could see deep into her love hole, I could see her tiny pee hole, and I could definitely see her aroused clitoris.I leaned in and sucked that nub into my lips, I batted it around with my tongue, and then I raked my teeth across it just like I used to do to her. And I would be a fool to trust my safety in your hands. Now, get out of my keep and off my lands before I chase you out!’ The priest glowered at her for a few seconds, then turned on his heel and left without another word. Morag shook as she watched him go. ‘Lady Morag!’ called a familiar voice. Her maid, Winnifred, had just come running into the great hall. ‘You should have fled with the priest! He could protect you from the barbarians that are coming!’ ‘You heard?’ The young woman nodded,. Looking round, she saw that her fellow prisoners were of a variety of ages and skin hue, ranging from the blue black of Nubia to a very tired and old looking blonde.Raising her voice, she asked, "Does anyone speak English?"The women looked at each other in blank incomprehension, until one small, very dark skinned negress three cages away said, "Not shout. Shout bring guards. Guards whip." But I'm not a slave. I am a free British citizen," she tried to explain.The negress looked at her with.