Tonight I was justlooking for dinner and a drink.I took an open seat at the bar far away from everyone else. I lookedaround, and there were definitely...people at tables eating and enjoyingeach other company. Near the front right where I walked in, there was afew high school looking guys testing musical equipment. Great. Imust've come during teen-night or something. A couple of bangs on adrunk and some strums of the guitars to test the volume. Maybe this wasa bad idea.I flagged the bartender. A. "It's just," Sophia began, searching for the right words, "you know how Estelle has that medical condition where her outer labia are disproportionate?" It's not actually that noticeable," Amelia responded, "it's just that some fucking cunt made fun of it and now it's a touchy subject." Right; and I understand that," Sophia continued, not quite sure how to drive her point home, "but she... she trusts you."There was a moment of silence, then Amelia brought her head forward so that she could meet. She cradled me like a child,like a bitch she positioned me in front of her doggiestyle. i felt soembarrassed and humiliated when she banged her pussy into my behind,rubbing my clittie encased with a condom, soo helpless. My worldtoppled over and if she would have held papers of gender and legal namechange, papers of annulment of our marriage because of being acompletely failure as a man in front of me i would have signed them inthe heat of the moment.i am terribly embarrassed and humiliated and. That was before she met Cantor. Now her bodyached for him as Omar's mind bent to the leanings of Annie's hormonesand persona.They spent the night dancing and drinking. Omar didn't care that shewas drunk. She only knew that she felt good. Really good, better thanshe had in a long time. She didn't feel the weight of Hassan over her,or the pressures of running the most infamous terrorist group in theworld, or the anxiety of looking over her shoulder wondering if the doorto her home would be.