The room was warm, inviting and had a musky aroma. Weed, perfume and cum. We didn't even get across the room when I got his text asking if that was us...on the top floor with her hair. We laughed and he said he was on his way up. When you go into the room with a hooker it is a funny place to be. It is exciting, exlerating, lustful and dark. It is stressful and durty lust. There is always the underlaying idea that this is a setup or you're going to get some fucked up STD. But God it is. I know from that point on, my life was not going to be the same. But first let me tell you how I got to this point in my life. I think I was around eight when I first trying on my moms clothes. I just wanted to see how they felt on me and o my god I was in love with silk panties. I know from then on I needed to try on more things. I was like most young sissies by trying on panties, pantyhose, and bras. I would go in to the bathroom and in to the hamper to get my mom’s things and put them on. I kept on playing with her and enjoying when suddenly bus got slow and conductor asked baroda people to get down.Almost half of the bus got down at baroda and there was lot of space for us to change our seat. Then she got up and asked me to excuse her and I understood that she is changing her seat and all my good things have come to an end.But she took her wet clothes from the packet and spread it across the empty seat besides us. The she again came back, pulled her back rest back and again. . i pulled her knees together grabbed her panties lifted her ass and removed her sodden underwear. I spread her legs diving back into her pussy with my tongue and licking her clit knowing i could have her cumming in a few minutes i grabbed the small vibe i had planted .. and slowly set it buzzing sliding in deeper and deeper into her pussy while i flicked her clit with my tongue .... was only a few seconds later i heard her moan she was cumming and knowing she can go a couple of times on my.