Before I can completely turn my head to see what’s behind me his hand grabs the back of my head and forces me back to his lips. I struggle more than...before feeling uncomfortable in this situation. His other hand is trying to undo my pants but I don’t let him. I know he can feel my tension growing cause he gives up trying to take off my pants. I feel a little relief, but it’s only momentary as I start to hear the echoes of something metal. Is it chains? Where is it coming from. I suddenly. Jaime looked up at me as I walked over, and gave me her shy smile. “Thanks Mr. Roberts, I appreciate it. You can do my back just like Mom’s.” She put her head back down and untied her top, as I straddled her legs, careful not to let my cock poke into her. I could just see her jumping up and screaming, and Laurie freaking out and calling me a pervert. I squirted some sunscreen onto her back, and started rubbing it in, gritting my teeth as I fought to keep my cock from exploding in my shorts.. Then one morning my mother woke me up early. I was so sleepy I didn't realize what was happening. With my sisters' help I was coached into the car, and next thing I knew I was strapped to a hospital bed and a doctor (female, of course) was placing a mask over my face. When I woke up, I was only wearing a flimsy hospital gown, and my body was completely smooth, aside from the hair on my head. I never had body hair again. I was pretty pissed-off, and quickly re-donned my boys' clothes. I was told. So, one day I finally got my chance to experience, first-hand, what sex with one of these white European women was truly like.Though neither of us had a working knowledge of one another's native language, that had no effect in dampening that universal, human language of lust; and while this pretty French married woman's husband was somewhere else, she and I ended up fucking each other on their hotel room bed! It proved to be the most exhilarating experience of my life, and even though I was.