He's got less body hair than me even, letalone you and Marie. Not that that's important, of course. After all,it's not going to matter much what or wh... other people think he is.Whether they realise its still Charles underneath or not, is no odds.We'll know anyway, and so will he. That's what it's about, isn't it?His understanding of what it's like to be a woman in a mans world."'Mans world'! I mused to myself, still seething, still trying tocontrol an increasingly urgent desire to urinate. But. A broad satisfied smile broke out on her face as she heard the whipped male grunt with pleasure as he viewed the whip and the magnificent naked female who had dominated him. His knees buckled as his cock shot streams of sticky white cream on to the hot yellow sand. He dropped to his knees, still spending as the other three girls stood laughing at his shameful exhibition. The other male shrieked like a girl as the foam circled his chin and wet his lips and nose. Ayesha frowned and pointed. Suddenly Sarah pulled my dressing gown aside revealing my cock. “What are you doing Sarah”? The girl on screen typed ‘Who’s Sarah’ “Look she can hear us too” I said. “I’m his daughter” Sarah said into the screen. The girl took her top off revealing two very nice breasts ordering Sarah to stroke my cock while she started groping and fondling her gorgeous breasts. Sarah took my cock in her hand and started to stroke it. “What are you doing”? I asked. Sarah turned and looked me in the eyes;. She felt trivial and childlike before her. She was a woman in every sense of the word. She had beauty and curves to die for coupled with supreme confidence in herself and her sexuality. She was wise and patient and strong willed. To Mary she was a goddess. Just being in her presence made her heart flutter."Plea ... please may ... may I be of service, mistress?" Mary stammered quietly.The older woman looked down on the trembling young girl with a cool gaze and nodded.Mary rose carefully never.