She had been dressed in a sacrificial robe, a low-cut, revealing garment that was designed to be easy to remove. As the official led her up the pyrami... stairs, she looked into the crowd, then up at the Priests looming at the top, searching for a compassionate face, but finding only pitiless resolve. Although she couldn’t have known exactly what was in store for her, she panicked and tried to run back down the steps. The official quickly caught her by the arm and half pulled, half dragged her up. When Tom approached work the next day, things did not turn out verywell. Though the company didn't have any outright police againsttranssexuals working for them, they considered themselves a traditionalfamily market and that didn't include gay relationships. So he wasfired on the spot.His mother with her orange painted finger and toes dressed in a blackand orange sweater, black pants, nylons and sandals finished hershopping as Tom came out of the supermarket office."What did your boss say?" I'm. “There is a plane leaving in two hours. You be on it and I’ll find out what I can. Is there anything you need in the meantime?” he asked.“I need a bacon lettuce and tomato sandwich,” I replied.“I can do that,” he said.I found myself a few minutes later in a fancy sandwich shop in a strip mall a few miles from the airport. I choked down the sandwich with a coke. I would rather have had iced tea, however iced tea anywhere north of the Carolinas was always a disappointment.I found myself back in. "I want it so bad," she grunted as she fucked herself.She turned her head as she masturbated and imagined her husband sitting in a chair next to the bed, rubbing his hardening cock. She opened her mouth, inviting him to shove it down her throat. She wanted to be spit-roasted for the first time ever.She snapped out of her fantasy as she began to feel her pending orgasm grow in intensity. Her free hand manipulated her clit as she pushed the fake cock in and out of her with growing.