“Clean me, Slut”, which I gladly did. My gaping ass was soon filled again by another hunter’s stiff dick. He was smaller and easier to take. ...The previous cum load really lubed up my hole. This guy took his time and slowly stroked in and out of me. He bent over me and I could feel the roughness of his chin stubble on the middle of my back between my shoulder blades. He planted delicate kisses on my skin, and I felt his hot breath as he struggled to keep from finishing too soon. He began. Mustapha and I quickly resumed sex. We had sex every night, as I washungry for his cock and longed to service him as a good woman must do toher man. He still enjoyed sucking my trans clitoris and swallowing mynectar, as he liked to call it. But as I already knew, his obsession wasnow to possess me. To make me, as a woman, possibly more real than Ialready had become. He never asked me if he could penetrate me, but I waswell-aware of his desire. I therefore decided to let him take the lead. Afew. "No problem, you still on for tonight?" Sure, but you still haven't told me why you're so obsessed with this party." I had been cheating off him all semester, so I knew he didn't need the extra credit."I'll tell you this afternoon, it's kind of too long to explain while you're cleaning yourself up."After school, I got my clothes back from the bin out front, and met Jack and David Ginsberg in the parking lot. David offered to drive me home in his Ferrari. Noticing that Jake was parked near him,. When we were sure she was comfortably moved in, I took Basheera to the Radisson and checked us in. Basheera was thrilled to be visiting somewhere besides al Warabi.The next morning, I left her at the hotel while I went to meet with the fellow hooking me up with a new identity. As soon as I saw what he had done, I realized why he charged so much. The young man had done an amazingly thorough and masterful job. I now had official documents identifying me as Altair bin Saleem al Hassan, an Iraqi.