Like they needed another mouth to feed.Finally, Mallao stubbed out his hash on the floor. Varnished bamboo, very Western-looking, like this whole hous.... His bitch mother and whore sister loved living like the white people on the TV, like pashas of the empire, like they were embarrassed to be Filipino.Well, not Mallao. He was proud to be Filipino. Screw all the white people and their money and their AIDS and their bastard half-breed children they never met. Screw them all. Mallao was proud to be. They lie beneath the water table and even the harbor, and yet are not flooded because of their material.”“I see,” I said.We kept going, the air growing thicker and thicker, and then we ended in a room that was light with more arcane lights. Two squat men with thick, red beards and brown skin were at a desk. They stood up and bowed, wearing tunics over their heavily muscled body.“Dwarves?” I asked in shock.“The secret of Naith,” said the queen. “And the rakshasas who rule it. We found dwarves. I don't recall what brought this up, but I told him that I did and that I enjoyed playing the role of a cross-dressing slut. He asked if I would do it for him, so the next time, I brought some things with me. Upon arriving, I took a few minutes in the bathroom to freshen up and change. He seemed to be quite pleased when I walked into his bedroom wearing sexy black lingerie - thigh high stockings, camisole, very short pleated skirt, and medium wig - because he was mostly hard before I even. He pulled my dick through the opening and my pants and started to rub up and down the shaft. Dude, seriously I cant focus, I protested. He ignored me and started moving his hand faster and faster as grew harder and harder. It was everything I could do to drive straight. He was pumping up and down, and it felt really good. Next thing I knew he took off his seat belt, leaned over, and I was getting road head. I made several unitelligable sounds and tried to drive. The feeling of his moist mouth.