Uncle Frank had trained Thomas Stuart on the Linotype machine and the Chandler and Price Letterset press. Sean and I loved the old C & P and would wat...h it for hours. Thomas eventually started teaching us how to set it up and run it when we were older. We also liked to watch the other presses, but not as much as the old C & P. People still stopped to look in the front window and watch it operate. Our sisters have gotten very good at reading backwards to check the type for errors. They also. Eventually, you will find your made up face pressed into a pillow, maybe your hands shackled behind you, as real men, contemptuously fuck your arse as you are dressed in your girly clothes, with the remnants of your manhood locked away.You will come to realise that your own cock is useless as a male tool, and its only real function is to be locked away to serve as an abject reminder of the man you failed to be and the woman you can never be.A sissy should never again experience male orgasm. It. My lord, she was abducted from the Red Keep and raped repeatedly by none other than Ser Gregor Clegane, the infamous Mountain. He’s headed for Oldtown in the Reach, there to take a ship for Essos.“He’s got a band of men with him, too. Mostly deserters from the earlier Lannister forces, who are ready to turn sellswords for now at least. I know because I was one of them for a brief moment. I deserted at the Goldroad, but can you blame me with that fire-breathing dragon and those Dothraki. "Yeah," he groaned, "there's a good girl."Again his hands were kneading her fine flesh."Was that ok?" she whispered."Sure, babe," he sighed. "That'll do for now." Please, will I see you later?" she asked."You never know, sweetheart," he said ruffling her short hair."Please," she whispered.She sat up and pushed her chest out towards him."Please," she begged again."Gotta go," he said with a big smile.She was all alone once more and after a long hot shower she stood in front of her full length.