And while I did, it was like the horse metaphor gate opened fully: I heard the light gallop of a filly down the hall outside my stall door.I finished ...p, and then headed into the kitchen for another beer. Steffi was already there, staring into the opened refrigerator. She was wearing this tiny pink top with spaghetti straps that ended, hem-less, just below her ribs. The fabric looked designed thin, basically molding the firmness of her young breasts. The shirt had an appliqué of a cartoon. She went on dates a couple of times, but came off as strait-laced andwanted to remain a virgin until marriage. That way no one everquestioned whether Lara was the transgendered girl."I am afraid that people will find out its me," Lara said. "But I'm notgoing to get into any serious relationships until after I'm done withschool. I want to be totally honest when I finally enter into arelationship." Any regrets?" Nicole asked her."None," Lara said. She was totally happy living as a girl.There was. And I even wrote a thing on the wall about a woman sucking cocks in the center stall! The word is getting around about the female cocksucker who frequents the washroom and she goes there almost daily now, and it is strange, but when I get home from work, she always blows me too, maybe from guilt at doing all those other guys. Well, I was in there again last week and the stalls were filled and I had to wait my turn. I could hear movement this time. A thumping sound. A guy came out and I ducked. The thick head nudged my tonsils at the opening of my throat and I gagged involuntarily. He fucked my mouth relentlessly, his powerful thighs driving his dick with great force. I couldn't touch myself but I was nearly euphoric with lust, totally helpless as he violated my mouth repeatedly, groaning softly with pleasure while I choked on his cock. His torso shone with sweat. He stopped fucking and reached across the night stand for his phone. He pressed something and aimed the camera down."Suck.