"And where do you thinkYOU'RE going?!"The man scratched his scraggly beard and spoke in an oddly soft and highpitched voice, acting as defiant as that...'tranny' had been, matchingEsther's own inflection to mock her: "I THINK I'm going to take a piss." You go do that in the men's bathroom!"Bob Jameson had had a rough day at work. The testosterone shots that wereallowing his pride and joy of a beard to flourish were also helping himgain muscle mass, but he still wasn't nearly as buff as his. His sighs echoed in the room as he watched her cunt swell with the fluid. Fuck…Fuck, it hurt more than she had thought possible and she momentarily arched her back in both pain and pleasure, feeling something--the warm gush of her own fluids, her own tight wanton needful pussy, definitely, slicking her perineum.Her lip was bleeding now. I’m a good girl, I’m a good little slut, were the words running through her head.“You bitch. Look at yourself.”One hand reached up and abruptly snatched off. It bobbed up and down like a caged animal. Then I was being fucked. Over and over again this movie replayed itself. First I could see his phallus then I was being fucked. I awoke with a start. I was disoriented for a moment. Then the memory of last nights fucking crept back into my consciousness. As I lay in my bunk I was sweating. My panties were down around my knees and my t-shirt was up under my armpits. My body was exposed from my tits to my pussy. It was true! I had been fucked! The dream. ." I raised my hand. She looked at me with her deeply caring brown eyes. I manifested a smile through the despair. Eventually the smile won out. I swallowed down the tears and the mucus and got back to business.The night was a blur. I would break through my teary eyes, trying to concentrate on something else to distract my mind. Occasionally I enjoyed the punk funk band that opened. The power pop trio that headlined were especially fine, which helped the distraction. Once the headliners ended.