One night after going to a tranny club, I got the last tube home. I was tired of dancing and sucking cocks in the toilets all nite. I was still horni ...ut looking good. My tube cariage got quiter and I found myself on zone 8 of the met line. I was on the outskirts of london and oit was dangerous for a tranny to be traveling on her own. Then at Rickmansworth station young hooded boy got onto the carriage. He looked at me gave me a scowl look. He looked like the type to beat up a trannie. He then. A week earlier she protested, but it was helping her adjust to all of the anal sex we’d started having. She even thanked me for insisting on it, once we started.I learned that, just like her first boyfriend, the plug was her dirty little secret. She could be at work or out shopping and be continuously reminded that she was being trained by her husband to take it up the ass whenever it suited him. There was a practical purpose to training my wife’s asshole as well. The plug was not stretching. She hung up and said he was at his brothers Bachelor Party and the stripper they hired walked out because one of the guys asked her for a blow job. He was staying Downtown at the JW Marriot and had the penthouse suite. Kristi went upstairs and got ready faster than I have ever seen her and headed Downtown Indianapolis. When she arrived at the suite Keith opened the door. Immediately Kristi cast her eyes around to take in her new surroundings. The room was large, lit with the dim electric. She stroked its hair."Um." Kinny didn't know whether to look or to look away.Barbra Joi smiled. "You're an adult, right?" Um. Eighteen?" Teenage boys. So easy to manipulate. Can you, um, finish leaf-blowing for me? Bring the blower in the house when you are done. I'llbe in the kitchen." Sure."Barbra Joi grunted. "Ungh. I don't have enough milk. Greedy littlemonster." She switched breasts, exposing both of them to the world."Kinny!" Kinny's mom called from the living room."I gotta...." Kinny.