Please ... Papa ... it's not ... it's not what you think ... Constancia ... Constancia has been blackmailing me." What!" her father yelled, "Do you re...lize you cheap puta that Constancia is the one that led me to this perversion?" Nena looked at her father helplessly as he folded the thick belt in half. Almost begging, she said, "Please Papa ... don't hurt me ... it's not what you think ... please!" She began crying, her body shook causing her large bust to shake.Her father looked at her, the. In the morning we woke up and I decided to leave. She came to the door as I was leaving.Gita:”You are a gentleman”I smiled. She then kissed my cheek and hugged me while she grabbed my ass.I played it cool by having one hand through her hair and another around her waist and ass. Time flew by and we had begun to date.Each meeting of ours ended with a kiss on the cheek, a hug.But I was impatient.I wanted to see her for what she really was on the inside. So when the opportunity presented itself I. I get enormously hard and straining against the sheer tight material of the thong. I keep going until I am right at the edge and the feeling is intensely pleasurable, heightened by my predicament. I am in a delirium of lust, a hot, slutty tranny, completely trapped in an intense sex game of my own design. I turn on my side to rest and slide back down from the edge.I return to inching my way along the floor......an unknown amount of time has passed, I have found five more keys - none of which. I want you to listen, and if you like what she does, I want you to give her what you gave me. It will be worth it.”She hadn’t said a word, but when he finished she stood as tall as her four foot ten inch frame would let her, and started chanting, in her native tongue. Some homeless guys had a few trash can fires going, so she was bathed in fickering light, making her shadow grow and shrink as people moved around. The song was rythmic, reaching cresendoes of high, quavering notes, before sinking.