I very rarely went out these days - friends were all over the country and I never enjoyed the transgender clubs as much these days. So I would often s...ay in at home and while the evenings away watching television or playing online games. Or by scouring the web for anything that would grab my attention.But this screen? even if it didn't offer a solution? it piqued my interest. I had stumbled today during my search onto a site run by someone who called herself Mistress Xenthia. Her name seemed. There were no fireworks or breathless climax and in truth, it was a bit of a disappointment. An anti-climax. I could feel his erection quickly deflating, and soon he’d withdrawn and was standing outside the van, zipping up his jeans.“Have you got my knickers?” I said, aware that my vulnerable and embarrassing position hadn’t changed, and that I was still lying on my back with my legs open.“Yes. Yes sorry,” he answered, reaching into his pocket and handing them to me.The journey home was. Not as nearly as generous as his first load, the trail of cum leading from my chin to my skirt still dwarfed the output of most other guys. A deep puddle had formed in my cleavage. Cum dripped down my exposed nipple like a wax candle. The folds of my bunched top were now glued together. A final stream flowed from my belly button to the waist of my leather skirt. I pulled myself up by the bathroom door handle and straightened my bra. The pools of thick, white jizz on my torso slid languidly down. I had become used to satisfying myself by getting fingered by him.The only thing we had not done was sex and here I was broken up and single.It was Aditi’s 21st bday and we were all partying at Rush, a new club back then in Mumbai. I was 21 with raging hormones, a decent height of 5.4 and figure of 34 29 32.Was in my crop top and skirt showing a lot of my skin and dancing. Was openly flirting with the boys as I was now single after a 2-year relationship. We drank a lot, danced a lot.The after.