He couldn't get through."Is it a dire emergency?" A dire emergency?" Those were her exact words," the secretary said. "Not to be disturbed unless it i... a dire emergency."Was it? Hell no, he couldn't say it was. He could bluff the poor girl on the line, but she sounded young and that wouldn't be fair. Not knowing why there was an envelope full of a thousand pounds on the dining room table was not a dire emergency."Don't worry," he said and hung up.When to start the bread? That was the tricky. Not the choice to be a woman; of that there hadbeen never any doubt in her mind. The choice to follow through with theneeded adjustments that allowed her to express outwardly what shecontained without word for years inwardly. It wasn't quite a popularidea post-decision with Sameh's parents, but they loved him and he lovedMiriam."Insha'Allah," his father Jamal had said with a shrug. Whatever Miriamwas, it waswhoshe was that mattered to both Jamal and Dimah. Odd thatthe man would be beautiful and. I was wearing black knickers, suspender belt and stockings. Alan already had his penis in his hand when I slid my fingers inside the waist band of my knickers and down to my groin to find the wetness I knew would be there.For a while we masturbated in silence, Alan massaging his shaft with long slow movements, eyes fastened on my own careful stroking of a distended, slippery clitoris. I know how easily I can take myself over the edge and though I am multi-orgasmic, Alan gets special pleasure. I was getting wetter and wetter even more every minute.Once inside my room, the two of them grabbed me with their huge hands and touched what seemed like every inch of my body. Then they dragged me to the bed and the three of us got undressed in a couple seconds.Burke took off his belt and put it around my neck. At this time I got scared and I pleaded with him, sobbing and almost crying, not to hurt me.He laughed and said: “You are our white slave now, babe, do not worry, we will not hurt you.