His other hand snaked down the cleavage between cheeks. He bent to kiss my shoulder and worked up the side of my neck. He tongued my earlobe softly. H...is hard member pressed against my upper belly as he slipped his long probing fingers between my legs and began to tenderly explore the folds of my very warm center.He fingered me gently until I was gasping softly in his ear. Gently he slipped a finger up inside me, pulling me up into him until I was up on my toes. I was swaying with the gentle. Gradually she stopped trembling, she looked past me and smiled,"Goodnight" she smiled as a burly, business suit clad man hurried past me and hurtled through the door leading to the sleepers,"He's going to play with himself" I said softly, "While he can see your cunt in his mind" I can't believe you made me cum without touching me" I didn't" I grinned, "You made yourself cum because you knew a strange man was looking at your cunt, that sweet little cunt that I'm going to ignore completely. I felt proud of myself at last ... unashamed to be my true self at last..."I think ... okay, I'll just come out and say it ... I think that I'm at least a natural sissy or transvestite or something, if not an actual woman. I want to experiment further with my femininity, see where it takes me. I've never felt so alive as when I've adopted the woman's role in sex, relationships, and things in general. Makeup, long hair, manicures, pedicures, etc. Primping. Styling. Fashion ... more and more, I'm. Pilot. But not always. Ze Saudi, zey have no occupation. Zey have a city next to zeir name. Okay? Zen, next line. The top row, zey all have cities in Western countries. These three: Londres. This one: Paris. Putain ... These two: Manche ... mange ... Mangester?”“Manchester?”“Maybe. Zis one: Copenhague. These four: New York. Zis one: Boston.”“Okay. Write that down please.”She typed as quickly as she spoke French. When she had recorded everything about the top row, we moved down to the middle.