Even though my studies included Latin, German, and French, I could barely make out any of the Germanic dialect the rapist was speaking as he taunted h...is victim. I picked up words I thought meant “noble” and “woman” and “before” and filled in the rest of the sentence as I drew my bow. The girl shrieked when the arrow buried itself in her rapist’s skull. In the seconds it took the rest of the men to comprehend what had just happened, let go of their own cocks that they had been stroking, pull up. I unfastened the two clips and she raised her arms for me to pull the dress over her head. I felt the material as I put the dress on the hanger. The fabric was soft and felt like velvet but I knew it must be a cotton blend. When I returned from the closet she had removed her shoes and wore only panties and a bra, both about half the normal size, certainly not the kind of thing she would wear under her school uniform.Her facial expression was solemn. Neither of us spoke as she undid my tie and. . tis is the life.andy asks leans in to give me a shotgun hit, i gladly oblige and draw in the smoke, we kiss as i do this. I am high (what a light weight!) and decide to take my overcoat off and lounge in my nice lace teddie. My cock is getting hard in my lace panties. I get another shotgun and and decide its time to suck my lovely boyfriends cock. I slip down on my knees, slip his jeans down and start licking him. Andy is loving i, i lick him up and down and take the head in my lips, suck. Being born male, and coming from the time and place I came from, announcing to the world (or even to yourself!!) was probably not the wisest thing to do. All I ever heard growing up were extremely negative things about anyone who wasn't straight sexually. It was, faggot this, and queer that - or pussy, bitch, sissy, punk! Those pejoratives became instilled in me as adjectives never to be aimed at me and to be avoided at all costs.Naturally, when you are born male, but your body, your nature,.