The prize was hers alone! She cackled with delight at her impending conquest. Shinju was wearing a very traditional kimono and greeted her guest at th... door with many abject bows. She attended to the every need of Misaki, no matter how petty and appeared pathetically eager to serve her new mistress. The dinner went smoothly, with Shinju kneeling by Misaki’s side ready to rise to fetch the slightest needed object and ensured that the wine glasses were kept full and everyone’s wants and wishes. Lucky me, I guess. The discomfort of the waiting room chairs brought me back to reality, the room was decorated in an old Victorian mixed with Gothic style architecture. The building was rather gorgeous I will give them that, it was old but well maintained, huge to the point you couldn’t see the enormity of it from the driveway almost looked like something from ‘Downtown Abbey’. Not that I have watched of course. A large mirror so conveniently placed enabled me to see my own reflection, it’s. She wore navy blue spandex tights and a sweatshirt. Everyone then spread their feet wide and bent at the waist to touch the floor. In this position, I could see an outline that was definitely not a vagina and so I stared more intently and realized she was a transsexual. I felt my cock immediately get hard and I tried to conceal my arousal by pulling my sweatshirt down as far as it could go. For the rest of class, I was so focused on watching this woman in front of me that I totally forgot that. In no time I took off my clothes. And seeing me naked with an erection, those two lovers also withdrew from her body and began taking off their clothes. My wife’s heavily-sucked breasts looked contented and reddened with heavy and long love-molestation, glistened with a watery substance, that’s a mixture of her milk-foam and saliva of her suckers.The sight granted me a strange jolt of sexual bliss. Satiated Sudeshna’s eyes went wide as she looked at her ‘milk-tasters’. Both of them got a huge.