. and the soil will become even darker before it's over.'That thought had made him yearn for home, which in turn once more triggered his memory of the...beginning, when homesickness had been his biggest enemy. But eventually, like everything else, even that yielded to the boredom of the war's daily grind.'How depressing, ' Yargos thought, realizing, 'it's to the point that the horrors of battle have become a refreshing relief.'But for now, his attention was focused on the task of staying alive as. Jackie was taken aback when she arrived at the house. Whilst she introduced herself, the lady said, “Hello, please address me as ‘mistress’. I don’t like to address my cleaners by their name but as, ‘girl.’ You see, I believe that cleaners are there to serve and do as they are told and must be subservient to their boss ladies. You must only speak when spoken to and must not make eye contact but look at the floor whenever we do speak. Not all cleaners think like that but I like to train those. It's your identity. Nobody gets to decide who you are but you.As far as your gender goes, would you prefer to be known as a boy, agirl, or some other identity?" Some other identity? What else is there besides boy or girl?"Madam Martinique peeked over the top of her notepad. Her soft, grey eyesseemed to reach into the deepest parts of me. "There's many other waysone might choose to identify one's gender. Androgynous, meaningcombining male and female to varying degrees, is one of the morepopular.. Her eyes opened and she returned from a galaxy far, far away. “Actually, no. I don’t like anal sex. But I love that feeling of being full back there when I fuck. It seems to … just make it all tighter. I can almost imagine it bouncing as a big cock pounds into me and hits against my deep pussy walls….” She shuddered and smiled at me. “Speaking of big cocks, pull yours out. I want to see what you violated me with!”I did not have to be told twice. I stood up, shoved my underwear to the.