”Eventually, the conversation arrived at her purpose for the dinner; Jasmin.She sipped the white wine I’d selected, an Alois Lageder Pinot Grigio,...pale and bright with hints of lime, then spoke.“So, as I asked you at the supermarket, what did you do to my daughter?”“Nothing. Why?”“She hugged you goodbye.”“Is that unusual?” I asked.“You have no concept.” Alia took another sip of wine before cutting a small piece of the Beef Wellington and eating it. She looked back up at me and continued.. . Closet? What's that?" It's the site I write on. And it mostly contains stories about people whoaren't that different than you. Here, let me show you a couple ofstories."I let him read a couple of stories, and afterward he looked at me and andsaid, "They really are like me. I ... I never knew. What am I gonna do?" Well, it's up to you, but if you wanted to, you could be a girlsometimes, or most of the time. Or even all the time. I'll do what I canto help you "This brought tears to his eyes. If I bring my friends over, you'll service them any way they want. If I go out on a date, you'll suck my cock clean when I come home. You'll serve as my maid and make sure my place is immaculate and you'll be my footstool, ashtray, toilet, and cum dump. You'll be anything I tell you to be and you'll like it and beg for more."Anger boiled up within Scott's soul, anger and pure, unadulterated lust. He'd never really given up his fallacy of white supremacy, he'd never really reconciled his hatred. I then began to give a gentle massage on her shoulders moving towards her neck and coming down all the way to her tail bone. She began to moan and whimper as my hands played along her body. I gave her that simple tickling pleasure for a few minutes and suddenly dropped a spoon of ice cream on her ass cheeks, which I quickly scooped using my lips n tongue leaving her surprised and gasping. All this while my dick was sliding between her ass cheeks with friction but now it began to slide smoothly.