“Her” freedom was stripped from her – not just by the justice system – but by the man who claimed “her” as his property. “She” is as m...ch a slave as any Negro on a plantation ever was, except in this case the slave is white and the master black. “She” was given a new name & forced to assume a female personality, & if all that weren’t enough, “she” was turned out as a prostitute – forced to suck cock and get fucked by countless men, for the benefit of the man who owned “her.”Now Pinky is. Then there was complete stillness. Nothing. His breathing returned back to its original rhythm. I could feel his hot limp cock pressing against my ass. I spread my legs and moved his cock between my thighs and rested it against my pussy and closed my legs. Cradling his cock against lips of my pussy. Nothing. No movement. I reached down to where his cock tip was sticking out between my legs and lightly caressed underneath the tip. I traced up to the tip and back down. He stirred and hardened. She returned carrying the white satin pair withthe crinkling plastic lining and the elaborate yellow ruffled frillsacross the seat. "Face down," Brenda snapped when she caught me peekingat her. I whipped my face back to the front, staring at the cartoonpussycats decorating my sheets, terrified of upsetting my strictbabysitter.Brenda ordered, "Lift one foot and put your toesies in here." I glanceddown at my feet and saw her holding the rumba panties down and open forme to step into. She tugged. “I guess they’re more competition for me than possible partners”, mused Danny“Not always. Some are versatile, can be tops or bottoms. I’ve seen cross-dressers fuck each other on occasion”, said Jamie, intent in giving his nephew some useful pointers.“Mmmmm…love to watch that”, answered Danny“You’re as much a voyeur as I am”, laughed his uncle“Yes..I guess I am…it gets excited and ready”, answered DannyOnce they were deeper in the woods, they heard some shouting and laughter. They walked towards.