“Well someone has to do it,” Maria insisted, “And I don’t want to go alone.”“Oh very well,” Cassie agreed and she went with Maria to the...stables to collect horses to ride the rounds.Maria had arranged for Erasmus one of the trusted negro foremen to accompany them and all went well until they got to the village.“Where’s the Master and the white whore?” someone asked.“In town,” Maria explained, “So I brought this stuck up little bitch to amuse you instead.”“What?” Cassie replied. Priya had risen from her chair when I finished, and gone to the bathroom. She returned with a warm, soapy washcloth, another wet washcloth, and a hand towel. She handed them to Rillnam, who looked at them, then at me, and began to clean my dick, removing the lubricants and any traces of her waste products. By the time she'd washed, rinsed, and dried, I was beginning to harden again, and she looked up at me from her knees, a question in her eyes."Kiss it, but you have fulfilled your service for. Rightly or wrongly, us trans women are often seen as exotic creatures, and people don’t always know what to say to us. Now this poor chap is being accosted by one, and she’s mental to boot. Awkward.I go to sashay past.“It is,” he says.His voice is higher than I expected; higher than mine.“Hm?”“It’s perfect,” he says.I stand in the aisle and look at him.He sits by the window on one of those four-person arrangements where two seats face each other. Close up I see he is literally twice my size.. There was a moment of confusion, the look on the little slut’s face absolutely priceless, and then the master did something that the sissy never, not in a million years, saw coming: He wound back and drove his booted foot straight into the offending organ. Pain overloaded the sissy’s mind and he felt the blackness of unconsciousness start in. However, he was prevented from passing out by his body’s second reaction to the blow: bending over, he vomited out the meager contents of his stomach and.