She squeezed my cock through the material, then suddenly jerked her hand away. She shook her head. Youre my brother, she said. I nodded. And, youre my...sister, too, and if we did something together, its no ones business, you know. She looked at me. I know, its just those old sayings and all that. She reached up and traced the outline of my cock. She moved her fingers tantalizingly to the head of it and pressed gently. I could feel my knees knocking. The feeling of her gentle hand on me was too. We chatted like we used too, all awkwardness gone in seconds.Tony asked if I still cross dressed and I said it was a natural part of my life and that I spent more time as a Fem than male. My clit throbbed as he said they would love me to visit them at their hotel and to wear my sluttiest gear.I pretended I wasn’t sure and that it might not be a very good idea but I was already planning my outfit!Tony begged to see me and I “reluctantly” agreed to meet him in a wine bar on Canal Street.That. Right? After all, isn't thiswhat I was fantasizing about, sitting on the chair in my tight outfit,hooded, plugged, gagged and bound by my own hand, right before I heardmy motel room door open?A large ring gag is holding my mouth wide-opened, and a second, long,penis-shaped gag is inserted into my gagging, moaning mouth, and Icannot deny my abusers, because I was the one, who dressed up in kinky,girly clothes, double-gagged and tied myself in front of the first-floor window in the shady motel,. He moved aside my hair and grazed the back of my neck with his teeth. I smiled and begged him not to stop. Maurice was truly turning me on, unlike the majority of my customers. He continued to tease me for a few seconds before he abruptly stopped. “We’re going outside.” he said while opening one of the sliding doors. “In the rain?” I quickly asked.He shook his head yes and smiled at me. The wind blew a little rain into the room when the door was fully open. Chills went over my body,.