He moved his hands lower, over her tummy and down to the flanks of her legs. She gave a little tremor as she heard him give a murmur of anticipation....e transferred his hands to her thighs, feeling them up under her dress until the backs of his hands were brushing her hair and the damp folds between her legs. Then he ran his finger along her crack, from her hair at the front, across her wet lips to the tight hole of her anus.She was surprised to feel the sun warm on her bottom as he lifted her. “Sit down,” he said, without smiling. His voice was stern, but not mean. He had a slight accent. I sat down on the bench. He sat next to me and I felt his eyes examining me. I sat up straighter and put my shoulders back. Without looking at her, he said to the woman, “Sit down, slave.” She sat on the other side of the booth and laced her hands together on top of the table. “Excuse me, but why do you call her slave?” I asked him. He looked into my eyes and I saw a mixture of swagger and hunger. . I live to serve Master now. Quite honestly, I really knew that I was his the moment that I saw how he plowed you, Christy. There wasn’t a doubt in my fucking mind by then,” Amber expressed her true feelings about me at last.“That’s good, because ... I have a confession of my own. I think that you should ... date Konrad, as your boyfriend, in addition to being my wife. Don’t worry about me. I’ll get plenty of strange, anyway, and who knows what kind of relationships fit into my future? I just. Theremoval process was simply too nerve wracking and strenuous.A tentative glimpse into the mirror had him reaching for his jewelry box.The large hoop, clip on earrings were all that was needed to complete thelook. He couldn't keep the sadness at bay. He'd never even be able to passas a drag queen. The clothes don't make the woman, he thought and laughedsardonically.He shook his head violently and considered heading out into the "realworld." Screw them all. This is who I am, accept me or not..