A tunic top in faded red topped the outfit. Her hair was still wild with the hints of dark roots showing. She looked around, saw me and smiled an evil...grin, and went through her ritual. Once more her breasts bounced as she moved. She lightly slapped her payment on the counter and greeted Steph in a loud voice.“Help yourself, Missy,” Steph cried out from the back. “I’m doing paperwork.”She repeated her previous ritual and sat across from me once more. But as she passed by me, she traced her. "What are you thinking?" Dark Rose asked, like she was reading mythoughts."Well, er, I am asking myself who I am?" I said.Dark Rose looked at me."That is really a big question, Mistress. I mean the male sex is facinga crisis of masculinity. Every man is asking himself that question.Who am I? What does it mean to be male? Am I cisgendered or cissy? AmI genderqueer or trans? Am I binary? It is the question of the age.Who do men go to, to ask the question to? Other men? Perhaps. TheLGBT. Absolutely her asshole was a tight one and I went down slowly into the head in. The oil made it sure to get that far. I told her to trust me and be calm. Somehow I managed to get into the head at last. She panted and went solid, every inch of her body was tightening now.I pushed a bit further and now she opened up for me something. She let a scream with the high cry of pain and hugged the pillows to bear the pain. Slowly I pushed further, halfway by now. She is not asking me to stop or. She smiled that mysterious smile once again and laid her cheek against the wall, staring back at the camera, her face radiant within the mass of her silky hair. Her excitement was evident in the crimson flush of her cheeks, and she could feel the rise of temperature all along her body as she reveled in the beginning feelings of getting naked before the camera. He suddenly flung the camera aside, unable to contain himself, and rushed forward, fumbling at the belt of his trousers and kicking off.