Both went through the line to snag something to drink. It was almost lunch time, and the line is forming. There are a few Afghan locals who helps with...the kitchen and cleaning and enjoying an early lunch before the rush, the rest are all Sandy Creek members who wore the unofficial but standard uniform: black cargo pants and black t-shirt. There was one female Afghan civilian ahead of them in line, hair in scarf, wearing traditional Afghan robe. Leo paid her no attention, assumed she’s a local. Not that he ever really did feel like a man. That was the pointof him being transgender. He was also going to be filled with this man'ssemen. A man he hated. He did his best to keep his anus loose and readyto be easily penetrated. This was a very demeaning position to be in. Heprepared himself for the final event as best he could. Leaning over thebed took some of the weight off the balls of his feet. The heels werepainful to stand in for this long.It suddenly happened all at once. He felt the. As I put my hair in a ponytail and looked in the mirror to check out my ‘look’ I was quite pleased with the fuck-me appearance I presented. It certainly matched my mood.When I walked into the gym facility, I felt as though I were entering a maze. The bright lights emphasized the pristine whiteness of all the mysterious equipment and I felt bewildered as I looked around the room. There were two women talking to one another on adjacent Stairmasters. Somewhere in the back a loud noise told me that. .. no, I didn't mean that! No, I'm sorry, please. Please!"Tommy paused for a few seconds, then handed the phone back to Beverly. He watched her intently and tried his best to hear the buzzing on the other end as Beverly laughed and chatted with Marie.Finally Beverly hung up and turned to face Tommy."Well, she agreed to let you off this time."Tommy let out a huge breath of air, then began sobbing, he was so relieved."But!" And she paused a second or two. "But, she said you had better damn well.