“Jesus! Is that for real?” she murmured. I ran my hand down her back, she shivered, pushing against my cock. “God, your massive,” she swooned ...he looked up into my face and offered me her lips. There was just the sound of our breath against each other. I caught her full lower lip gently between my teeth, stretching it and letting it pop loose. I gave her a full kiss and our tongues duelled while our hips writhed together! “Guess you enjoyed your birthday kiss – huh?” she whispered, “but maybe. I dont even like to get nakedwhen I'm alone, honestly.Why? Because as long as I'm wearing clothes, I can almost pretend I'm aregular girl.When I'm nude, I cant hide from my flaws, especially the one between mylegs that never lets me forget I'm not ... regular.It used to be worse - before I started taking hormones, I could hardlystand to look at myself even dressed, but with my breasts coming in alittle, now if I wear the right kind of clothes I guess there are worselooking women out there.But. I really appreciate what you did. If there is ever anything that I can do for you just ask. I will do all I can to help.” They stood there looking embarrassed and saying it was all right. Then the one who appeared to be the leader spoke up.“Marshall, my friend George is in love with a slave girl named Anetta. He has tried to buy her from the mayor, but he refuses to sell her. If there is any way you could talk to the mayor, we would really appreciate it. We all have girls except George, and he. Her gag was absorbing some of his piss and she could taste it on her lips. She stopped cursing but continued to squirm.The Principal’s golden shower continued, splattering over the back of her head as he lowered his aim. She felt his piss stream shifting, first to one ear and then the other. Selene was red raw inside with anger yet she felt the justice in his actions, giving her a taste of her own medicine. Slowly she realised that she was actually enjoying the sensation, the humiliation of it.