My life revolved around a simple, easy and rather boring routine."Excuse me, Mr. West," my secretary stuck her head in. Mrs. Linda Hunt was a rather a...tractive, if a bit plump, 30 something mother of two. "Your appointment is here." Send them in." I was expecting a new intern who had been directed to me for placement. In walked a very young blonde. She didn't look like she could be much older than eightteen. Her attire did little to flatter her slender figure, her white button up shirt. I am proud of them and grateful too. They've really given of themselves to get this area back to where it should be. They're a great bunch." So, any worries?" Yes, sir. We've got work for the next eighteen months but after that, apart from one pretty remote possibility, we have nothing except maintenance jobs. Everyone is pulling in their horns because of the financial climate, particularly the public sector. Judging by the reports at the last Board Meeting other area managers are in the same. .. hobby." My transvestitism, you mean?" Lydia nodded. Tim shook his head and said,"Just go away. I don't want to see you anymore." She wouldn't let thedoor shut. "Please, Tim, can't we talk about this?" Tell you what. You find a textbook, a dictionary, a medical text,anything, that defines a transvestite as a sissified, masochistichomosexual and I'll consider talking. Until then," he reached through thedoor and pushed Lydia away, "GO AWAY!" and then slammed the door shut.A couple hours. For the next hour, as the Mahala continued to swirl and intoxicate the unmasked men and women, seven men took turns filling Darla’s pussy to new limits, until finally, after the seventh man blew his load, she passed out. Moments later, after Darla opened her eyes, she saw Mombassa, still in his gas mask, looking down at her. Mombassa then said in a devious and muffled voice, ‘She is more alert now, we can go on. Start positioning both of them.’ With those words, Darla felt herself being lifted.