" "What! No I don't like it you ass. And now last night he made Johnhold my pussy open and James ****d me on film. Pammy he spermed me withlive s...ed. Do you hear me?" "Yes...yes he cums a lot. Huh? Yes Pam he's hung. He has this fuckinghorsecock. Yes...foreskin. Yes he has. Yes it's long and rubbery. Dammit you know John's cut. WILL YOU LISTEN TO ME"? "Good. My vagina was like staying open almost two inches for a longtime after he ****d into me plus he rutted me so hard I'm. I woke to my alarm the next morning. I couldn’t believe I had to go to court, to face this asshole who thought he had the right to infringe on my fucking personal space with a gun. That he thought he was entitled to beating the teeth out of his girlfriend because she somehow belonged to him.The fury was probably a good thing for me to hold onto, because truth be told I was scared. I shook as I put on my suit, sent off a scattered text to Olivia and a more reassuring one to my mother. I was. She glanced over at him to see if he had noticed, then saw something that looked like a little pride in his smile. ‘So good of you to come.’ said a burly man in suit while he and Jean-Marie shook hands. ‘Pleasure to be here.’ Jean-Marie said. ‘May I introduce my new personal assistant, ms. Isabelle Anderson?’ The man took her hand carefully in his. ‘Bertrand Watersson, at your service.’ he said. ‘A pleasure to meet you.’ ‘And to meet you.’ she said, thinking he knew how to use his charm. ‘I. She didn’t look like what I thought a transgender would look like, she just looked like a regular young woman. No, she looked like a hot young woman. I looked in on myself, and knew I couldn’t judge. My first sexual relationship was with an older woman. It didn’t last, and I convinced myself to stay off the girls’ team, but after my marriage cratered, I’d find myself looking at men and women with equal interest. I smiled to myself, thinking I just might get one of each. Mike had done it, and it.