”I look from the cart back to him. “I’ve never had one, either.”His eyebrow goes up and he snorts in disbelief. “How is that possible? You�...re a New Yorker.”“I’m suspicious of street food.”His smile turns puzzling as he approaches the vendor. His eyes are still on me when he says, “Two pretzels, please.” The man hands one over and Graham presents it to me.“To trying something new,” he toasts with a large smile before taking a huge bite out of his own.“So tell me about you,” he says a little. .I wanna cum baby. . . . . ..OH, GOD, I' Gonna. . . ..Cummmmm...." She moaned in her throat, rocking back and forth on my dick. I reached down and rubbed her clit, feeling pretty close to busting myself. She exploded as I rubbed her slippery little clit. I made her squeal with my fingers as she hungrily swallowed my cock inside her pussy. She stopped moving altogether and I sat up, lifting my dick out of her. I got up and made her stand up, putting both hands on the back of the chair."What. "Your breasts are lovely, were theyvery expensive?" Yes, of course but not nearly as much as the other prosthetic." It looks fantastic and makes you so gorgeously feminine. Come into thebedroom so I can explore"I lay on my back, my arms behind my head. "Bring your knees up and legsapart please." Her hand were everywhere, caressing my breasts andrubbing tummy and clitoris. "From your little moans you can feeleverything," she said. "How girly but how strange; how do you pee?" Oh, just like you;. Fingers pushed into her pussy; harsh, demanding. Her body responded, in the way it always did when men took control and made it clear to her what they wanted. It made her feel ashamed, but there was no turning back.Now some of the men were speaking in a language she didn’t understand. Her breasts were squeezed hard, her nipples pinched. Hands manipulated her breasts, and her stomach lurched as she felt thin rope against her skin. Rope was wound round the base of her breasts, each in turn, then.