No dalliances. No fucking with others. I love Makeeda and I'm dying to see her.But when Makeeda returned, she was depressed and exhausted. Laura picke... her up at the airport, but she was in a very bad mood and very uncommunicative. She sulked and stared silently out the car window. Laura held her tongue. Maybe as soon as Makeeda got into familiar surroundings her mood would improve. They drove to the 'little old house on Magee Street in Berkeley' where Makeeda lived, and where Laura had been. I’ve gotten used to it, but this time, I was concerned that my horniness was visible. Could they see my erect nipples through my blouse? Could they tell my panties were soaked from the way I walked? Could they see the redness in my face? I didn’t know the answers, and I really didn’t care. I was on a mission to relieve my tension.I was thrilled to find all the stalls empty when I entered. I immediately headed for the last stall for the most privacy possible. I didn’t waste any time getting. ’ Trin took it from the wall, held out her left arm, and gave herself five lashes. Her arm had a slight pink tinge on it. ‘One hundred,’ Trin offered. ‘If you show up, I get to work you myself,’ she challenged. ‘Deal.’ Trin said, her mouth again betraying her. The woman proffered Trin a plastic case and Trin fished out a crisp, new c-note. ‘What’s your name, hun?’ ‘Trinity,’ Trin said. ‘I’m Hannah. I’m one of the doms.’ ‘Like that’s a surprise,’ Trin retorted. Hannah replied silkily, ‘little. I must say though that she carried that weight really well (as most Latin trans do) with thicker solid legs and arms, fairly broad shoulders and a huge firm ass. When she spoke, her gender was no secret with that characteristic ‘B Flat’ voice and thick accent. She was not on hormones but did have a boob job and some facial work done. We met at one of her trade shows and hit it off right away. We exchanged numbers which led to texting and calling and eventually, several back and forth trips for.