“Is the lady feeling alright?” the waiter asked. His free hand came down and pulled my hair up into a ponytail at the back of my head, and he used that grip to begin fucking my face, bestially, cruelly, using me as nothing more than a toy. Ralph, for his part, kept both hands firmly around his drink, sipping it occasionally and making small sounds like he was actually paying attention to what was happening above the tablecloth. “Let me cut to the chase, Miss Davies. “It’s Wednesday, August ninth, at two forty five in the morning.”
“What did you just do and why?”
I looked directly at the camera and smiled. I’ve been afraid someone will out me all day.”
Ralph chuckled, relaxing a little at my confession. Wilcox, but I have to ask. There are several individuals on staff who switch back and forth between names and gender identities. I looked up and just stared. Without warning, I burst forward, swallowing his length in a single movement. I also put a quiet word out.
