He had asked me out a few times but I had always refused, I eventually told him of my rape so he would understand why I did not date and after that he...laughingly asked me “you ready for that dinner date yet?” every time we passed.All afternoon I was scared and thought of calling it off but looking at the boys had me so horny I was afraid I would do something to ruin my life if I didn’t get a handle on things and try and get my life back under control.After work Roger approached me and asked. It was one that I was familiar with, one that maybe I wasn't as familiar with as I should be, but still. It was my father, Senator Mark Feldman. Straight-laced workaholic Mark Feldman, who never seemed to have time even to spend with his son. Mark Feldman who didn't seem ever to be remotely interested in guys or gay sex. Well, there he was, watching two hot shemales licking the hard cock of a guy he didn't realise was his son in drag. He was dressed in kind of grey suit and tie that he wore at. I asked her what her name was and she smiled and said Crissy i thought wow hot name. We finally found the bathroom and it was huge. She said wait for me i wanna talk some more i siad ok and really laughed! Then this girl comes running out of the bathroom and i said whats up with you she said their is a tranny in there! I thought oh wow that strange. When Crissy comes out i asked so you see a tranny in their? She just looked at me and said well yes the tranny is me and she went to walk away i. In gratitude she snarls, "Get your black bitch hands off me - do you hear me? Huh? You people have got no right to keep me here."I am completely taken aback. It's partly the spitting of the word 'black'. What on earth led her to say that? And It's partly the 'you people'; I'm like her, I'm not one of 'you people'. Can't she see that?"Look," I reply, "you are covered with your own urine. Neena has chained your hands. I'm sure you would be much more comfortable if you would let me clean you up.