She moved closer, pushedhis legs together, straddled him, cupped her hands on his face,brought her face to his, locked their eyes, spoke in that whisp...r ofhers.Do it for me, baby. You want me to be happy don't you?She waited for a reply. Moved her hips forward a bit to press on hiscock.Yes. Of course.You want to please me, don't you?Yes. Yes.Good, baby. I know you do. Now let me show you how a girl puts theseon.She sat next to him. First, a girl sits on the edge of the bed, backarched a. During the evening, one of the girls asked me whether I wastrans. I could see no reason to deny it, so I was quite open. I wassurprised that one or two of the women became standoffish. They seemed tothink that I had no right to be there, strange.Fran asked me whether I would like to back to her place. I was verytempted, but for once, my sensible head took charge. I thought that wecould compromise our working relationship if we were not careful. Still,it was lovely, knowing that Fran fancied. In all our talks this subject never came up. I would wing it this time and ask forgiveness later if it upset him.After a little bit of walking Victor asked me if I would like to eat dinner with him and I agreed so he guided me to a nearby restaurant within the mall where he treated me to dinner. I was smitten and I felt guilty that I was feeling this way. After dinner we walked a little bit more before he popped the question I knew was coming: Would I return to his hotel with him? Here was the. Thinking you could come in at any moment and see your little fuck toy getting used by your friends is making me nervous. My loud moans and wet cunt would suggest otherwise, though. The men take turns getting in between my tied and spread legs, ramming my pussy but never letting me have the release I so desperately need. I want to rip the blindfold off and figure out whose cocks are taking control of my pussy without your permission, but my arms are held down while I'm relentlessly fucked. Their.