I came out after a minute and had a sip of cold water to calm down. There was a knock on the door. I opened the door just a bit to peep out and it was...the same guy.He motioned me to let him in and said,” I am a top!” That’s all I wanted to hear. I let him in and locked the door and put the do not disturb sign on the door.Me- So you are a top?Him- Yes.Me- You want to do now?Him – Yes, you are looking nice. (his one hand went on my boobs and one on my bums)Me- Open your pant.He got naked waist. Just a flick of her hand but the guards around her reacted and I knew we were out of time. "I will be remembered, taught about, centuries from now for my deeds and actions. Can you say the same? I think not. You might be a small sentence when my escape is written about. 'A foolhardy hero and his friend who died in an attempt to stop me from leaving.' How sad."With no outward signal, three of the five guards moved forward, their steps almost soundless as they sped towards us. I didn't know what. She interrupted my thoughts by saying, "Please finish preparing our hotchocolates so we can park comfortably in your sofa and talk, I am quiteintrigued by what you said before."It was nearly two in the morning when I stopped talking. She was a goodlistener and her questions were precise and to the point. I told herthat I was a heterosexual cross dresser since I remember myself; that Iadored everything feminine and I admired and respected women. I toldher that I studied hotel management and I. She was a certified lesbian toilet whore. She adored the female asshole and everything it produced. She loved pussy and piss as well, but not with the passion she had for the rancid, nasty taste of a fat turd fresh from a woman's rectal oven. She was especially passionate for her daughter's anal passage and it's contents.Every Wednesday Katrina got to live out her most wicked of fantasies with Gretchen. On Wednesdays she was Gretchen's toilet slut and pussy slave. From the moment they awoke in.