Once she asked if I could rub suntan oil on her back. I rubed it up to her shoulders and kinda snuck up to the front of her shoulders and around her n...ck. She had a pretty rockin body for being 36. I can’t remember how many times I had masturbated to the thought of rubbing her down with oil. Months went by and we were getting pretty close. One evening after having supper, I remember going up to her room, bathroom was off her room, and looking for a pair of her underwear to smell. All I found. Mostly, when he was out of town, I made time to improve my ‘allowance’. Yes, I was on retainer to him; I believe it was something like $500 a month. I was probably making twice that on my back.This is about a period of time when I worked for one of the big madams there. Yes, it’s about the kinkier side of being a whore and, a young little TS one at that. So…the girls and I were having a very lazy and late breakfast, when some nice looking black guys shows up. He undressed me as he handed me a. I could feel it was still swollen and clearly sensitive as she gasped and sucked in a deep breath. I asked her if she wanted me to stop. “No baby, it’s nice, just be gentle with me.”I gently massed her pussy lips and slowly hooked my middle finger into her love hole. I fingered her gently until I felt the wetness change from soapy water to her pussy juice then began run my finger the length of her pussy slit, circling her clit each time I got to the top. Sarah winced again, “ stop, its too. But wishing he'd kiss me silly? That was something entirely different.That's when it hit me, like a ton of bricks. I was in love with him.Oh, Jesus Christ, I was in love with Frankie Gutierrez.I must be insane. If I were still talking to the two hyenas, they'd be the first to point out that Frankie was not my type. And, judging by my past dating history, they'd be right. I didn't date sweet guys like Frankie. I dated guys with a hint of danger. I wanted excitement.Frankie was safe. But he was.