Adam explained to Stacey that it was a tradition of the Wooden Pony room that girls always got rogered from behind immediately on dismounting. And the... they traditionally received a pussy whipping. Stacey looked puzzled, but all was clear a few minutes later when Grace was tipped over and laid on her back, her legs were pulled far out to each side, and Stacey was handed a pussy whip. "Lay it on, darling," Adam encouraged.He could tell that Stacey was starting to have reservations about the. I shrugged, paused in my steps, then resumed,quickening the pace. Probably some drunk frat boys, Imumbled to myself. Then I heard the crunch of a footstep on gravel, butcouldn’t see anyone. Taking a deep breath, not breakingmy stride, I ignored it. Fear works only when you arealone… As I passed the law building complex, I became aware ofseveral people hanging around the steps that reacheddown to street level. As I neared it, I could smell thealcohol. They were reeking of it. I. So, I decided to grab the opportunity on my train trip to Pune. Though I was not fully dressed up like a CD, with my attire, tattoos, and glossy lipstick, anyone on the platform or train could easily make out that I am a gay or a transgender and that thought gave me an instant kick.It happened on my train journey to Pune a month back. I was wearing a lady v-neck slim fit t-shirt a thigh-sized shorts and slippers with my sexy lady specs on. I also had tattoos on my legs and arms and neck and my. He never penetrated me, but knew how to push my buttons, and I couldn’t help myself when he did, he was magical. His beard soon turned into his tongue, and his tongue soon turned into his mouth, as he clamped on to my jewels, sucked, then tugged and stretched them to the highest threshold, which sat between pleasure and pain. I had to bury my face in the pillow as he continued because I was making all sorts of noises and I was embarrassed, and soon he put his mouth on my now throbbing dick,.