I don’t know how to express my feeling in words that much I aroused by her act. I started moaning. I was holding her hairs. My dick was itching to b... set free. She understood my problem and went down and made me naked. She was happy to see it.She touched it and started to playing with it. Now she is sitting on the bench and I am standing beside her, I moved little forward, my dick touched her big juicy rose lips, she understood what I need, she licked the tip of my penis and tasted the precum. "You picked my favorite," a deep voice said behind me. The accent was Italian, not Danish.I spun and faced Antonio DeMarco, and then took a step back. He was standing too close for comfort."Oh, which one?" I asked.He pointed at the sculpture Liz was negotiating to purchase for the TRES party room. "Privately, Soren calls it Arousal. The brochure lists it as Provocative."I smiled. "It's both."Dammit, Josh, I want this man's hands on me!Careful, Sandy, Nicole advised.I chuckled. I hear you, but. I know this seems blunt and rather primitive but why say it any other way.No parents, foster homes it didn't take long before I was on my own way through life etcetera etcetera. I can tell you about it later if you like but for now I want to start where my life first began and I was born again as a woman.It was getting late, I found myself in a strip mall not far from my last foster parents home. Groups of other k**s were lingering about and I blended in. At least it was warm, finding a place. It was 3 am, so he knew what I was there for. He walked over and asked me how much and I asked him what he wanted. “A blowjob, maybe more.” He said as I pulled down the top of my dress and let my nipple show. He moved closer and his hand ran up my leg and under my short dress to find my well used hole. His fingers slid into me and I told him it would cost $10 for a blow job and $20 dollars to fuck me. Three of his fingers stroked my open slit and I was getting wet when he said that all he had.