It took three years for me to be at the point where I enjoy wearingheels, dresses and skirts in public and like the admiring glances I getwhen I walk ...own the street. Now I am the only t-girl whore in what isone of the most exclusive brothels in London. As of today my mother isgetting banged by a dozen or so men in her first day on the job in thesame house I work in, once again for Helen's sole financial gain. I amfar prouder of myself in my new identity than I was of the man I oncewas, and I'm. Then forced me to lay down. and left me there. I lay there crying, not even thinking about trying to get up. I could hear the rain outside, it didnt stop. Eventually i managed to control my tears. I tried to free my hands but the duct tape was too strong. I tried to sit up, i couldn't. I tried to wriggle and shuffel away from the door. Than i realised why he had left me here. Everytime i shuffled the side of the door rubbed against my vagina. He had slotted the door right in me. It was a. He needed to cum badly and if the two girls weren't interested, then he'd just have to jerk off! But wait, he thought suddenly, weren't they supposed to be his slaves? Do anything he asked? He smiled to himself, stood up and moved quickly towards the closed-eyed Sue that was still cumming.From the corner of her eye, Mandy saw her husband get up and walk towards her friend. For a second she took her mouth away from Sue's gaping, wet hole and licked her painted lips. Mmmm, yes, she really did. She bent over a little and her beautiful ass was revealed with a hint of her plump pussy lips, I could tell she was turned on. She wanted people to see her bare pussy. My cock was now swelling to the point where it was difficult to hide. I decided to walk out of the shop when my urge was really to go over there and pull the curtain back, undo my fly and thrust my cock deep inside her… give her what she was so obviously craving. I was standing outside trying not to think of what I had seen so.