Her name is Anita... from the immigration people. We're trying to get her a green card." Protecting her? How?" What sort of bullshit idea did she have...?"We... like the church is a sanctuary and we're keeping her here. She lives in the parsonage with Reverend Gillis... and we and the CYG sort of take care of her and chaperone and things like that." The most ridiculous thing I ever heard of. You'll get us all in trouble with the law. Sanctuary... bullsh..." and the deacon cut off his undeaconlike. One of my boyfriends gave this idea of penning down my experiences as stories in ISS. I though its a good idea and then here it goes. This is a combination of reality and fiction just to spice up the heat. This is one of my exhibitionist stories. Me and bf work in same office and in night shifts. We finished our work on friday night and he dropped me in his ktm at my place on saturday morning. I stay with my 3 of my friends in a 2 bhk flat. I changed from my jean and t to a short and t with. It dawns on me that I have just experienced sexual harassment.This is so awful - I am feeling so powerless. I am weak and at the mercyof everyone in this house. My life is a nightmare. "Uhhhuhuhhu", I amcrying like a baby. I am so alone: The woman I love adores a another man.I still have some hope left to win her back, but what if she doesn't.What is my future as a surgically altered, emotionally unstable shemalemaid?"Alexandra! Stop this wining at once. You can use your free time any wayyou. I remained sitting in the ground almost frozen with fear. Janet and one of the men spoke for a minute, in silent tones. She then returned to me.“Get up Pussy,” she ordered with a look of disdain. I complied with her order, still gazing at the men in fear. She then whispered into my left ear, “I never told you how I was able to get away from those hoodlums last year. They took all my money and made me give them blowjobs. They would probably have ****d me, if I didn’t make the deal.”“What.