I was now Leslie, a tranny whore with a lesbian girlfriend for a pimp and a big stud boyfriend to protect me from fresh men. And it all started becaus... I enjoyed wearing my girlfriend's stockings and panties around the house and playing with myself all day. Now, I would get to do that every day, only I would have men to come see me now. And I had Randy to help me swing back into the tranny boy lifestyle like Jane swinging on Tarzan's vine. He really was a strong hunk of a man and made me feel. “Sit on the bin.”Mira sat down on the small, open-faced hygiene tub and Yenna slowly spread her legs apart with a gentle touch. She gazed at Mira’s swollen hole. Moisture and sticky eggs visable at its opening.“You’re mother was a very fertile woman. I assumed you would have started making eggs when you were a child. This is your first time?”“Yes. She never told me about it.”“I’m sorry. She was always very busy. It’s good that. Frank and Vickie headed off to the guest cabin. Dee and Red headed to the main house.The next morning Vickie woke to Frank's snoring. She could not go back to sleep and was feeling frisky. She wanted to get fucked badly, so she pulled the sheet off of Frank to reveal his flaccid dick. She sat there on the bed and just looked at it. Even soft, Frank had an impressive tool. The shaft was thick and attached to his body surrounded by a nest of thick, black pubic hair, his heavy balls hung low. "That's not fair," screamed Cathy in frustration!"Yeah it wasn't fair when you kept me in handcuffs this afternoon," replied Ellen."It also wasn't fair when you forced me to come round here in a dress and tights; handcuffed and wearing the fucking Burka," I launched into my attack!Ellen wanted to know what we should do with Cathy so I sent my next door neighbour off to fetch some scarves to add to Cathy's misery. Ellen returned with an assortment of wool and silk scarves so soon Ellen had her.