Oh Father that night I explored my body in the in my bed and with trembling fevered hands I found this spot. “Show me what you did, you little slut!...I must know the depth of your depravity before you can be shriven,” he said. I watched his hand begin to move faster, his other hand moving below, manipulating the heavy mass of his testicles, stroking the insides of his thighs. “Can you see me, father?” I asked as I lifted my petticoats above my hips. I spread my thin legs wider to let him see me. But if you judge this a secret, then it is in my keeping.”Blushing at the compliment, she nodded. “I know, dear Elfi. We can trust each other. I’ve felt this since I met you. And who knows? We might be more alike than either of us could have guessed.”“But Éowyn, I have another confession: now that I’m imagining it, it’s ... well, I beg your forgiveness for saying so, but thinking about you touching yourself is amazingly hot.”Éowyn felt an immediate flush, all over. Apparently, she’s gotten over. His hand felt big, firm and strong. He gave my little sissy clit a squeeze through my panties. I was so turned on and I needed to have his cock.My hands reached for his flies and I could feel his hardness through the fabric of his trousers. Quickly undoing the waist button and zip, I reached inside his briefs and pulled his cock free. Just like my previous playmate Jeff, Matt was endowed with a very fine specimen! "What is it with these tranny lovers?" I thought to myself as I wrapped my small. ”“Um, yeah. Is he here?”“The guys are going to love you. Yeah, he’s here in the back room.” He gestured toward a door marked “authorized personnel only.”“Um, can I go back there?” I asked, my eyes lingering on the sign.The bartender laughed. “Of course. It’s where you’ll be performing. The sign is just to keep people who don’t know what’s going on from stumbling into something they don’t want to see by mistake.”“Um, thanks.” I walked toward the door.One of the patrons at the bar said, “Can’t.