She introduced herself as Sarah. I'd say she was about 25 years old. Her thin frame flaunted her perky B-Cup breasts under her white t-shirt. We stamm...ered through some small talk before she mentioned she had moved in with her boyfriend. "Well, nice to meet you!" I said. "I should get this thing upstairs." She smiled and replied. "Oh OK. Nice to meet you, yeah, that looks heavy!" It wasn't much more than a week that had gone by when I started hearing them upstairs. Sometimes stomping, fighting,. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and could see that I was actually crying. He called me a fucking faggot and told me I was really going to get now. The second guy shoved his cock into my mouth and fucked my mouth ever harder than the first guy. The other two were slapping my ass so hard they could hear me crying even as my mouth was being fucked. They kept telling me they would not stop till I stopped crying but I could not it hurt so much so they kept slapping. The second guy finally. But i couldn't help but wonder. Eventually she stopped doing her cheers and asked me for my opinion. I obviously said they were great, although i missed most of em trying desperately to see more of her beautiful pussy. "Thanks, now whats your opinion of my new haircut?" she said.I looked up and thought her hair looked the exact same as it always did. Puzzled i looked at her and she said "no, on my pussy, what do you think of my trim?"I couldnt believe what i was hearing. My sister is not. I just didn’t want to get outed in such a way, but I didn’t want to get arrested, either. Please, can’t you see that I’m really her, not him, but that this is my legal ID? It’s all part of the transition, sir. I’m on the hormones right now, in fact, and they’re making me more emotional than I used to be by far, not that I was that insensitive for a start,” Francesca clarified, her eyes growing like saucers.“I ... see. Sorry, miss. I didn’t mean to cause you trouble. It’s just part of my job to.