Who’s our little bitch? I am. I am… I’m your little faggot. Please cum on me. I want all that black cum all over my little white face. Dren...h me.Sissies Love….. BAREBACK!Good girl… I like to see you’re ready for me when I get home. Now come here and I’m going to show you again how to take my cock in your cunt.Repeat with me: “I will only ever pee like a girl”SUCH A FAGA SISSY’S MOUTH HAS ONLY ONE PURPOSEA SISSY’S MOUTH HAS ONLY ONE PURPOSEA SISSY’S MOUTH HAS ONLY ONE PURPOSEA SISSY’S. I'm going to hand the phone to your site supervisor and he had best be removing these bunkers immediately or I will have him thrown off the property. Do I make myself clear?"The man was trying to interrupt me while I was talking and still trying to talk as I gave Sharon's phone to the site super.The local man was puffing himself up and several of his men were now standing behind him. I stepped back a few feet so I had a view of them all. Sharon stepped back with me. I pulled my sport coat back. She made no attempt to pull her panties up. She folded her panty hose and placed them on her skirt and jacket.Again as she turned she lifted her ass off the seat and now I could see the flesh of her ass and her naked leg all the way to her toes.She sat back down then arched her back to lift her ass off the seat and she pulled her panties up and smoothed them in place, my eyes following her hands like they were on strings.She sat down and turned towards me, "Enjoy the show?"I told her "Any time. A little later I found how true all this was when they took me out of the line-up, sent me back to an interrogation room instead of my cell, and Richard came in with Jerry Weisfelder and another former co-worker at DOD. I gave no sign of recognition."Jack?" said Jerry, a little hesitantly.I wondered did he still suffer from migraines. No way to ask, though. I smiled in the kind of casual way you do at strangers. "Do I know you, sir?" I asked.My lawyer, who'd insisted on being present as well,.