Thedifferences were sharp. Her smooth soft skin and real hairdistinguished her from me immediately. The more natural slope of herchest and the softer,...more feminine features of her face made herwomanhood all the more pronounced. As we stood back a bit she took mygloved hand in hers and lead me back to the living room. She put onsome music and we moved into each other's arms to slow dance. It was abit awkward for me at first with my new "breasts" bumping her but as wepressed tighter together it. .And from the unruly, rowdy crowd, their imagination inflamed by their debauched lives and the huge price, the suggestions start to flow: "Let her be brutally taken by two slavegirls" proposes one, a slack faced degenerate upper class youth with the eyes of an old man "An african and a germanic slave, an african woman with hard strong hips and big breasts, black as a hot night, and a tall, rangy germanic slavegirl, almost flat, so pale her skin is darker than her blonde hair, and let the dark. Then there's you. You're not that tall. You're also not that short. Sike! You're a dwarf. You're so short. And you're not skinny. You're one of those stout folks who looks like a football come to life. An American football. But don't fret. As I said before, I'm anything but normal. And as I'm saying right now, my interests and desires are unconventional. Unconventional at best. I'm very much into you.We have class together. 6th grade math. We are not in 6th grade, we just have to take that. When we climbed into bed that night, though, she was affectionate, and we made love; slowly, sweetly but intensely.I woke in the morning with her lips on mine, her breasts rubbing against my chest, my erection between her legs. She reached down, put me in position, and pushed down onto me; looking me in the eyes all the times, she began to move on me. When we came, together as almost always, she held me in position, still holding my gaze. I felt as though she was looking into my soul; perhaps.