I did love to rub one out. The tranny had started first so he/she might beat us all, but we were determined to be win. I especially had a stake in thi... race. This was my home, and I wanted to show why we were gathered here and not somewhere else. So I jerked until it felt like I was going to bleed cum. Alas, the tranny beat us all. He/she shot up amongst us. But that didn't stop the jacking off. That was why we were there. First a gay guy shot his wad on the tranny, the a straight guy followed,. It is awicked little thing really. Mistress made it and it isone of her favorite things. It is a set of straps thatare attached to a garter belt. It is heavy leatherthough not lace. One part straps to my head and theother goes around her hips. There are buckles andcinches so that she can strap my head into place forthe next 36 hours. That is how long I will serve her asher pad this week. She may or may not free me it is up to her. One timeshe kept me strapped to her for 2 days. All I had toeat. Bev attempted to cheer her up by offering her accommodation with them in their spacious home; after all they had a comfortable spare guest room. Bev walked out to the car and helped Becky bring her overnight bag and some clothes on hangers back to the house. Becky was pleasantly surprised when Bev showed her to an ensuited double room in one wing of the house.Becky hung her few clothes, discarded her shoes, and joined Bev and Rory in the kitchen for lunch. Iced lemon tea for her with sandwiches. It usually took me about ten minutes to get a new belt stencilled. I paid a dollar for the extra belts, and sold them, stencilled, for ten dollars each.After getting the dollar changed from the girl behind the bar, the two women walked over to the jukebox and started pressing their selections. The first song they played was "Born To Lose" by Eddy Arnold. I watched as the two girls started swaying their hips in front of the music player.After that first song was nearly finished, the girl who'd.