In the last twelve hours I had gone from being a straight crossdresser to a very bisexual crossdressing, arse licking, cock eating, arse fucking slut ...hat loved putting my fingers tongue and cock up other peoples arse holes as much as having them doing it to me and what a journey that was. Up until this point in my life I was quite inexperienced in sex with women and men never even featured in any fantasy let alone real life and at that time I did struggle with guilt and shame but one of the. . !" George swore, softly. "Get that camera set up and running, now! Holy ... look at that! Charlie, you old bastard! I'm gonna owe you a whole new boat and motor for this!"Damn, what I wouldn't give for a satellite uplink!"George, Charlie and the crew were looking down at a cluster of vehicles on the south side of the border. Charlie had brought his binoculars; George's cameraman had a long-lens view of the scene through his camera. They could read the markings on the side of the tan and brown. Particularly, I thought I had fallen in love with this man with the huge cock- Raju Bhaiya, and wanted him to screw me, even if in front of all these people or on the street.The shop had almost nothing- just a large mattress on the ground and few files and papers in the shelves. They laid me on the mattress and almost attacked me from all sides. I do not know how many were they. Three had come with me, three in the other taxi, three boys, and probably the taxi drivers had also come in. They. Not tights. The book on the suspenders versus hold ups was amassing a tidy sum. The lads and, it is rumoured, at least one lass, on the 2nd floor offices each adding 50p a week to the beer kitty just for the pleasure of a few moments drooling, sorry careful studying of the boss’s thighs as she strutted through the open plan offices. The big money on hold ups, though there are those convinced they’ve seen the outline of a suspender clasp under her skirt.Once a month we all headed for the pub.