''Does that bother you I ask?''''Not at all, you really are a lil tranny slut, you aren't wearing any clothes on underneath there.''He begins to strok... me as we pull over onto a deserted road leading nowhere, I lean my seat back to open my coat up to full view of my naked faggot cross dressing self, he responds by going down on me giving me head, sucking on my lil three inch fag cock, pumping into my lover I pleasure myself thinking this night turned out alright after all.I pull him off me in. Carver pushed me right up to the wall."Put your hands above your head," she instructed. Not knowing what else to do I raised my hands and felt them suddenly pinioned against the wall in some form of cuff — my hands were unmovable. "Spread!" she pushed my right ankle with her foot so I quickly understood what she wanted. This time my ankle was clipped into a leg-iron. "And the other!"As I stood with my legs spread apart, hands above my head, wearing only the flimsiest of pouches I wondered how. She bent over, her breasts shocked to feel the icy cold tabletop. She felt him nudging her pussy with his cock, and she thrust her hips back in welcome. He thrust into her hard, causing her to slam up against the desk. It hurt her side slightly but she was soon moaning in pleasure, pushing back to feel the full extent of each thrust. Adrienne felt his thrusts getting frantic again, and was afraid that he was going to cum once more and ruin her good time. “Stop!” she said. She did not come back the next day, or the next, but Peter was certain she was not dead, for he recognized one howl from all the others at night, and it comforted him. He was certain that if she could come back, she would, but that was all he was certain of. The chapel seemed a lonely place now, and it was always cold, even with the fire. When next he came to Buchards he found the forge dark and empty. Neither Buchard nor his wife were at home. Instead a woman with chestnut hair was minding the.