With a sigh, she lowers herself onto the chair, her body language screaming her inner turmoil. Her hands, clad in black lace gloves, grip the armrests, her nails digging into the soft leather. She's a shemale in the throes of a confession, her body writhing with the effort to keep her lust at bay. But her body betrays her, her hips grinding against the chair, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She's a shemale lost in her own forbidden world, a world where she's both the sinner and the saint.