bloodymaryeunice:

Mary Eunice noticed this SHEMALE wanted to bite her. “Are you a shark? I find it quite amusing..” She referred to the urge he had to bite. Pulling away from him, she sat on the wooden desk. Her gaze dropped between his legs, and her hand rested on his knee. “Hm… I don’t think so, maybe you still are a WOMAN. But cheer up, you are sort of handsome as a MAN. Whoever is doing this work with you is doing a really great job.” She walked her index and middle fingers as if they were legs, on his thigh, getting closer of her crotch. “I’m a little curious what is hidden beneath this.”

The more she spoke, the more he felt the urge to lunge. Like the cornered animal he was being treated as, he wanted to attack her with what he could. But the confinements of the jacket only got him so far. It was obvious who had the upper hand if he tried anything. His stomach churned sickeningly as she rested her hand on his knee. Teeth were grit but bared to her as she spoke and his thighs tensed under her fingers moving. Between anger and disgust, he finally had enough and pushed himself back in the chair. The legs scraped the ground loudly and he snarled to her. “ Don’t fucking touch me. ”