I've got to go to Omaha for a business meeting and..." No, I can't do that, Barb. We're hosting a group of Congressional staffers in from D.C. on a co...tract for a new federal building downtown. There's no way I can miss that and it's liable to be an all day thing. I'll be one of the escorts for them to dinner that night and... well, you see how it is," Steve answered."Okay, ho--Steve," she said. There was no trace of accusation in her voice. She accepted his refusal at face value. She. I changed my birth name (Brianna) to Bronx, cut my hair to reflect the style most young men wore at that time, and began to deal with my life as a transgender male. Yeah, I was a wreck. My mother was expecting me to marry a young man within the Muskogee nation, but I kept telling her that I was struggling with myself. I was in the wrong body, the conformity was too much for me, and I wanted a change of scenery from this constant sadness that plagued me day in and out.So, here I am in April of. I could barely make out the face of an elegant older lady, her body wrapped in white.I looked at her and saw she was smiling, while she was looking into my spread legs. I tried to close them; but the woman quickly placed her hand between my thighs and I felt it moving up to my crotch.She reached my swollen wet pussy lips and I saw her smiling.I gasped quietly as two of her fingers entered my slippery wet vagina. She began playing with me; teasing my engorged clit while she moved her fingers. ”Steve sat back and wondered what the next client would want to do with her. He had enjoyed watching her blow this guy, but he hoped the next one would use her sweet little pussy.Her next appointment was for 2:00. This time the request was for her to answer the door in nothing but heels. She was happy to oblige. He was another tall man, but this time he had blonde, shoulder-length hair and piercing blue eyes.“Hi there, I’m Adam” he said, introducing himself. “You are really fucking.