I closed my eyes in frustration. They had tricked me, all they wanted was sex. Well, I'd get my own back, once they let me go I'd kick the shit out of...them.The door clicked and opened with a creak. Martin walked in this time, his pale old body in nothing but a leather thong, barely containing his cock. He carried a riding crop, tapping his hand lightly with it. The bastard strutted over to me first, looked me up and down, then slapped my cock with the riding crop, "Don't look at me like that,. The manager of the Del Frisco's doing his usual customer smoozing packed a bottle of wine with their meal. Greg rarely drank so he had a fairly low alcohol tolerance. Kelly knew this and for fun got him drinking and kept filling his glass. She figured they'd have a few laughs and she would get the limo service to take them home later.There was laughing. Greg is a happy drunk so things were going great. He also is a horny drunk. Kelly that day had worn a pretty kilt type skirt and a white. At this age, I didn’t know anything about transgender people and had never encountered one. Despite this, I knew right away that this ‘female’ was a travesti (trans woman) but it didn’t matter. She was sexy looking and aside from the lower voice, she looked as good if not better than half of the Mexican bar girls in town. She told me to come with her to her office down the alley and she wanted to please me. For some reason, I threw caution to the wind and followed her right into a closed hair. "No, like I said. It's something that I've been ignoring. There has beenso much going on in other areas that I've kind of been grateful that Ihaven't had any demands of that kind." Was Sonya a woman with little interest or inclination for sexualcontact?" he asked."No, I mean. I thought that her interest was normal. It's not like shewas some kind of nymphomaniac or anything, but she did enjoy that part ofour lives as much as anyone would I think," she said thoughtfully."Jenny," he said. "It may.