. a fleshy--and, to me, unsightly--blemish not muchdifferent than a wart. I'd been glad to see my testicles go and I would be equally glad to seethe s...illy flap of flesh that remained go as well, but Andrew enjoyedplaying with it, at least for the time being; so, for the time being, itstayed. The surgery that would turn me fully into a woman and provideAndrew with an additional opening in which to fuck me was still somewherein my future. But it was there, clearly, on my horizon, and it was. I went about my business for a bit chatting with others when he popped back up and asked, “Why? Why do you like to do that?” My reply was simply, “because I love being treated like a girl and satisfying a man. I am a man by physicality, I am a whore girl by mentality, and I love slutty, sexy, girly, clothes and being dominated like a slutty, sexy, girly girl by a manly man.”“I won’t fuck you but you can come and suck my dick,” he said, after a few moments of nothing in return. I was horny, and. “I hear that your tastes run much further than simple missionary fucking, governor; am I not to your desires?”“On the contrary Smetna, when the time comes you will be used, abused and soothed in ways that my hesitation at the moment will make more energetic when it comes. I am somewhat otherwise engaged with our important prisoners though. And your eldest step-daughter is before you in the queue I think. I’m told she is still virginly pure. I hope you gave her some instruction before her. "How about a little test of strength?" she asked with an impish smile. With that, Amelia stood up and leaned over her desk, planting one elbow on the top, with her forearm raised and hand slightly curled. She gave Anthony a slow grin of silent challange, her green eyes sparkling. "How about a little arm-wrestling," she invited. "Hey, I'd love it," Anthony laughed. Quickly shedding his jacket, he moved around to the other side of the massive desk. He placed his own elbow down, raised his hand,.