.. I...”“Tell the man your real name and what it is that you do.” He takes out his phone, looks me squarely in the eye and turns on the vibrator...that istarts pulsing along the length of my cock and deep into my plug-stuffed ass. I know what I have to do.I clear my now completely dry throat.“My name is...Valerie.” I look pleadingly at X and he nods approvingly. He wants me to continue. “Valerie Foote. I’m a... a crossdresser. I travel with Mr. X and he... we... we do things together” I stammer,. " Max, I love you. You've always been more of a Dutch uncle than an agent. I would love to go back to legitimate modeling but that check from the porno movie is already committed to paying for the next few treatments for Mineena." What about kevin? Can't he... ?" He's working double shifts now at that security job. We're both looking for something that will pay better but so far, no luck." I..." There was hesitation on the other end."What is it, Max?" I hesitate to mention this for two reasons.. Us ney koi mana nahinkiya aur chup chaap lety rhi mainney is ka faaida utha ker us ke hnton ko choomtey hua us kee kameez utha di us k mamey zayada barhey to nahinthey lekin phir bhi acha size tha mainney us ka bra bhi utaar diya aur us ke mamon kobhi choosney lag awoh bhi gara honey lagi main ney us ko choomney ki intehaa kerdi us ka shayad first time tha is liye woh sharmaa bhirahi thiaur pagal bi ho rahi thimai ney us ki shalwaar ke ooper se hi us ki phuddi per haath phera to mujhe wahan. It was the summer of 1996 when I was living in London. I was 32 at the time and horny as heck. The young ladies were showing it all and driving me mad with desire. I had no girlfriend. I just spent days drooling over London's ladies - and I had no luck with women at that time - until one day ...I was going from Embankment to Kings Cross on the Northern Line. If you know that line well you will understand that from that station up to about Tottenham Court road it can be quite busy on those.