"Stop," Jafar hissed. The drum music stopped immediately and Jasmine remained knelt on the ground, her shackled wrists held at her waist. "That was wo...derful, slave," Jafar said as he laughed wickedly. "I never knew that you had such skills, I am sure that your father would love to see you this way."Jasmine felt her throat clench and she shook her head demurely, making sure not to make eye contact with her master. "No," she whispered. "My talents are for your eyes only, master."Jafar laughed. I slept in the next morning. I got up late and slowly got ready for work, making sure to shave my ass like he had asked me to do. I tried to play with it a little in the shower, just trying to see what it might feel like. It was hard to even get a finger in there. The thought of more than that scared the hell out of me.I finally got to work and opened my e-mail again, hoping to find another e-mail saying that he had changed his mind, but no such luck. I was too nervous to even eat or try to get. This was a dream come true. And my mothers cunt tasted so good I just had to have her come in my mouth. So now I”m just working my hardest to get her to cum. Just Then I feel her tense up and her cum starts to squirt all over my face and in my mouth. Her cum tasted so good I wish I could just make a drink out of that and drink it all day. Yet I still didnt cum so she sits up and turns around now in the cowgirl position she says ” I wanna feel my sons cock in my pussy.” Without a hesitation she. I was notborn a girl, Augie, I was born a boy. Though it took me not many years tofigure out that that was wrong and that I was one of God's mistakes - Ishould have been a girl but was somehow shoved into the wrong body.Needless to say, I couldn't talk about this to anyone, and just barelyunderstood it myself. I had a miserable childhood."When you are on the butt end of the social scale, there are only twoways to escape: through sports or through music. I was always too weakand too meek to be.