Slave L wasn't there, and Jeanette wasn't sure it was her room after all. The first room she passed looked exactly the same, two small beds, nothing e...se.Jeanette backed out and looked at the wall to see if some mark was there. Jeanette supposed there must be a number or something to remember. On the wall was a hand-lettered card held in a small frame. It said Slave L and the second card said Slave J. Jeanette almost wept seeing her name on a room with so much luxury just down the hall from the. But the story I am about to tell you still amazed me and living with Kat that is very hard to do. About 6 years ago Kat found Kim a 29yrs. mother of then a girl 9yrs. Stacy a spunky tomboy type at first like most others Kat either picked up Kim and took her somewhere to fuck or Kim came here as ordered, but the more Kim got hooked being dicked and eating pussy the more she wanted sometimes even begging me to watch over Stacy while Kat pumped her hard upstairs. As Stacy grew she would ask. A new wave of feelings overcame me, and finally, enough was enough.I opened the door and entered the room. They obviously didn't hear me as they continued fucking, so I cleared my throat.“Ahem! Am I interrupting something?” I asked sternly.“Oh shit!” Keith shouted.The girl that was riding my husband quickly reached for a pillow to cover herself with. She looked so embarrassed but still had my husband's cock deep inside her.“Uh, would you mind getting off that cock, please? That's mine,” I. The weekend arrived, we went dancing, we talked a lot and in the end I told her I was taking her home. She accepted. We got into my car. While we were talking, she took off her coat and I saw a patch on her arm. She became serious and said: they are hormones !. I'm a transsexual !. And he looked at me waiting for my reaction. I smiled, I told her that she was beautiful and that she also had other experiences with trans women. Angela regained her smile. We arrived at his house. I kissed him on.