"Nothing to say?" she asked, imbuing her voice with expression at last."I know it turned me on." She looked into my eyes and her voice became just a l...ttle husky, "Watching you have your jeans pulled down in front of everyone. And then when he began to spank you I felt sooo turned on." Samantha ran her tongue around her lips. "When I ran that paddle over your bottom and began to spank you, thought that I might cum there and then". She smiled for the first time. A lascivious, wolf like smile. I. She was one of the best looking women I've ever seen. I was curious so I asked her if she was comfortable with me asking some questions. She smiled and said okay, what do you want to know. First I asked how long she had lived as a woman, she told me as long as she could remember. She was born with a penis but looked so feminine that as she started to grow she was dressed as a girl. Then I asked her about her sexual past and she said she had been with only a few guys and a couple girls who were. It stretched inside like elastic. This was filthier than I even fantasised. I spanked her cheeks hard and watched them wobble, all the while swinging harder and faster into her. "This ass belongs to me now, bitch" I whispered. I gyrated with all my force until I was balls deep in the Russian slut. She howled so loudly, it was a wonder no one heard us. I pulled at her nipples and mauled her tits, while I fucked with an a****l rage. I want to live in this asshole, was my thought. "Nowhere else. Groaning loudly, my symphony of near-orgasm groans echo from the walls. I suddenly find myself on my knees, bucking my hips back and forth as my breath becomes ragged and harsh. Independent of thought, my other hand slips behind me, pressing me face down into my pile of clothes on the rock floor, and slipping a wet finger against my pulsing star. I squeal in delight as one hand works diligently on my clit, whilst the other presses deep, past my anal sphincter, and slowly probes in and out. Bare.