Damn, it was a doo-doo brown Cadillac Brougham. Why did I get in,” she sobbed.Doug moved closer and got on the bed with her. He held her in his mass...ve arms. “Daddy’s here. You can tell me. It’s okay. You know I love you.”The super short, transgender woman sighed, “Thank you! There were five of them standing there looking at me. The guys that took me were saying how they thought I was a girl. One of the others said I still looked like one minus my little peenie. He said he still wanted to try. I could feel the bulge of his arms, and biceps. I could feel his long legs, lined with thick bands of muscle. It didn’t even occur to me that I should be begging for my life. “You’re not struggling, that’s good, Kitten.” I felt him shift his body weight, and then his right arm felt its way down my body. His long fingers gently caressed my skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps. My breath left me on a sharp hiss as I felt the blunt force of his teeth sinking into the tender flesh of my neck. His. Apparently that was intentional as Gina asked, “Can you read that board to me Calienté?” she asked.“Yeah?”CRACK! “AIIIII!” Cal screamed, noting that the way his head was held made him sound like a girl, not that he cared. Something had cracked his nuts, he was certain.“My name, to you, is Miss Gina, if I’m feeling generous. If not from now on you will greet me with the words: ‘Thank you for coming to instruct me Mistress Gina, you may use my body as you will.’”“Yes Mistress Gina,” Cal’s voice. While I sipped the coffee, Ingrid sucked like a demon possessed with the need to cum. While I arched back and reached under the table, Ingrid's finger was going at a pace which made her heart race and made her lungs expand and contract in an almost insane race to drink the load her mouth made brew while her tongue made ready. My right hand held her head down in place as the semen traveled through My shaft, and into her moaning lips. The first spurt was welcomed into her mouth, she likes how My.