Zo was an excellent conversationalist ... and she was up on current events. With her white gloved hand settled in the crook of my elbow, she guided me... between groups of officers and the visiting Congressional Fact-finding mission ... vacationing House and Senate members on junket. (They were looking into bases to close that weren’t in their particular fief. You can’t get much farther away from America than Guam.)Zo ... in her pleasant alto, was saying, “I suspect that, in a few years, there. Except that it took me through Pleasant Town’s roughest looking neighborhood. Not exactly the place a guy wants to be alone and dressed like I was. It was hard not to imagine a headline in my paper back home that said, ‘Tucson Trans-gender found murdered in Pittsburgh Suburb.’ My folks would love to read that. Thankfully the street their place was on didn’t look too bad. I just needed to make my way carefully up the steps with these heels. From there it was on to a short hallway and up to their. This was a surprise! I looked around as we entered a dimly lit room and realized we were in a dungeon. I didn’t know this was here and instantly thoughts of what could be done here raced through my mind. I reminded him that I didn’t like any pain and he just looked at me and smiled. He would see to it that I had a wonderful time. He looked at me and said; "Now honey, it’s my pleasure to turn you over to the experts to prepare you for tonight’s pleasure." From the other side of the room two. She wanted to see his prick again, needed to. She fought her way out of her dazed sexual stupor. "Sit, boy! Sit!"Thor barked, ignored her for a moment, but finally obeyed. He sat, squirming his rump, his tongue licking his rubbery chops. His prick throbbed and his balls ached. He didn't understand why the child didn't help him like his mistress always did. He cocked his head and barked.Nancy didn't understand. She dropped to the floor, her small tits heaving as she gasped. She blinked, gazed in.