She-boys are quick to admit what they enjoy, and need. You just don't know it yet. I will bet you that if you put on these clothes, you will finally k...ow who you really are. Prove me wrong he said. If you put them on and don't feel like you are supposed to wear them, I will give you a hundred dollars." I laughed and said "what if I do like them", smiling. And k**ding, he said "if you do like them, then I will feed you this cock," he laughed as he fondled his big sausage-like cock in his pants.. “Just as I’d gladly be Raymond’s cabin boy!” Daryl added with a wide grin.“I just bet that you would!” Raymond laughed while fondling Daryl’s tush.“That sounds like the title of a gay porn parody. ‘Butt Pirates of the Pacific.’ Talk about surrendering the booty! I can see it now! It would get kinda rough to get captured by all of y’all ... Though I’m sure that Katrina and her crew would plow some backfield as well as the help of strap-ons and thigh harnesses,” I teased the fellas a bit.“If I. Barry even offered to throw in a few hundred pounds to help with the costs. I had to wonder what Marie-Lise thought about that idea, but she didn’t say anything. The call came on the following Friday evening. It was from Helen Carpenter and she asked me if I could come down to her cottage on Saturday at two p.m. to talk about my ‘problem’, as she referred to it. Barry said he’d drive me, they still weren’t letting me out of their sight. The Cottage – if they call that a cottage, what the hell. . I...”“Tell the man your real name and what it is that you do.” He takes out his phone, looks me squarely in the eye and turns on the vibrator that istarts pulsing along the length of my cock and deep into my plug-stuffed ass. I know what I have to do.I clear my now completely dry throat.“My name is...Valerie.” I look pleadingly at X and he nods approvingly. He wants me to continue. “Valerie Foote. I’m a... a crossdresser. I travel with Mr. X and he... we... we do things together” I stammer,.