He’d pulled it free from its clasp and a few strands kept falling across her face with every sultry bob of her head. At first, she’d brushed them ...way. Now, she didn’t bother. If he wasn’t mistaken, she had one hand under her skirt, rubbing herself while she pleasured him. He’d check the recording later. His fingers dug into her scalp as she took even more of his thick cock down her throat. She was growling continuously as she worked on him, the saliva dripping from her lips and running down. It was going to happen sooner or later, you loved the feel of being naked under your clothes, being able to have a little fondle with no restrictions. As you get up from your desk to head to the toilet you readjust ur skirt so ur butt cheeks are just visible. Making your way towards the basement door you ponder who has sent you the email. As you approach the door a sign on it reads, remove all your clothing, wait for 10 minutes then open the door. As you remove your clothing you realise that in. The look of agony on her tear stained face was, the General thought, magnificent, like the face of a woman in the agony of childbirth. Her pain was clear, visible beneath the helmet of her sweat soaked hair even with the narrow blindfold hiding her eyes. As he moved around her, the General could see her bare cunt, its lips red and swollen. Covering this most intimate part of her were streams of cum which had flowed out of her cunt to dry into a white scum covering the cunt lips and the. It felt good to be a girl! I was proud of my femininity, and proudof my looks. I knew that I was pretty, and if I was honest with myself, Ifelt... EMPOWERED, in a way that I never felt as a boy. As a boy, I'dalways felt nondescript, invisible, inconsequential. As a girl, I feltconfident, sexy, and...well, empowered. I had friends who liked me,including everyone at work, and then there was Ken...I was quiet for a while, eating and thinking more on this revelation. Alot of things that I had been.