” Tom said as he approached us with the rope. Sharon mildly resisted as Tom wrapped one end of the rope around her hands, securing them tightly. ...e threw the other end of the rope over a beam above us and began pulling the rope, lifting Sharon’s arms above her head as he did. He then tied the free end of the rope to one of the posts supporting the beam. I had to admit Sharon looked stunning. With every deep breath she took I could see her hard nipples straining against the silky material. They could parade me out to show how progressive and forward thinking they were. It wasn't a problem for them to have a man wear dresses to work as long as my clothes were professional and in proper taste.Of course the catch is allot of people still assume if you're a cross dresser you must be gay. I'm not. I'm bisexual.But what didn't help was the fact that I had just ended a long term relationship with another man who was on the opposite side of the trans-gender spectrum. Maria said she. You’ll love this baby, the second ride, you’ll last longer, just enjoy every plunge. Now, mount me, give it to me!”I got into position, Auntie Emma grasped my cock, and led it up, nudging me against her lips. I pushed, and Auntie Emma gave a low growl as I penetrated. She grabbed my ass, pulling me, and I responded by burying my cock in one hard thrust. Oh god, the sensation of stuffing her pussy was like being buried in a hot, wet velvet clench, and I moaned as I bottomed. But lately the thought of fucking a shemale has made me somewhat curious and horny so when I found out that cute ass was a guy’s, my dick just about popped out my pants. So I keep shopping while trying to build up the courage to talk to him but he eventually walks over to the shoes department. Not wanting to feel like a stalker or anything I stayed in the men’s clothing section kicking myself for not saying anything until I found a few shirts and some pants worth trying on. So about 10 minutes.