She went to her room. I went back in mine. About an hour later. I heard a knock on my door. I opened it. It was here. She was wearing a tight dress th...t showed off all her curves. I let her in. I sat on the bed. I told her how hot see looked. She walked over and pushed me back on the bed. Then she got on top of me. I could feel the heat from her pussy. She asked me what I thought she was. I told her a very sexy black women. She said yes and a hooker. i never been one to pay for sex but we made. He began trying to work the gag out of his mouth, but then his tormentor kicked him to his knees again. On all fours, right now, The voice snarled. He didnt so much kneel as fall to his elbows, swaying slightly, hands going up to take the blindfold off. A booted foot kicked at his hands, and he heard the long crack of duct tape being unrolled. A long stripe of it was smacked firmly on his face. You know, its such a pity, The hoarse voice crooned in his ear. I wanted to have some fun with that. I used that time to hang out in Times Square which, at that time, was porn heaven. Many hours were spent looking at all kinds of loops in the peep booths. Everything from guy/girl, lesbians licking and sucking sweet pussies to shemales and crossdressers. I had seen my first shemale photo spread a couple years before in an issue of Hustler and was instantly intrigued and turned on by what appeared to be a hot female with a thick cock. I first wondered if I was gay, but I knew I was just much. His uncontrollable eyes flicked from one to the other and down to her legs. Vicky's eyes stared blatantly at the bulge in his trousers; it looked uncomfortable. While George's head was tilted back to drain the glass she wrapped her fingers round his shaft. George twisted his body away. "No Miss Vicky. That ain't right." "Oh George! Don't be silly I only want to touch it; it looks sooo nice." She placed her finger tips on his swollen cock head and ran them down his impressive length. George.