She asked me if I could bring the bag’s into this room and so I picked them all up and carried them throu this large door into this large room, ther... was a couch and some furniture covered over with dust cloths and then she looked at me and asked, “How much?” I looked at her and said, “the fare is £15 on the meter!” to which she replyed, “ So how much for you?” I looked at her shocked and confused as she continues, “ How much to have a fuck with you?” This Lady was being serious as she. The younger boy who was scarcely eighteen had long blonde hair and a tight ass that looked just like a college girl on a cheerleading team. His name was Francis and as it turned out he was one of those transgendered persons who had ambiguous sexual identities and enjoyed taking it up the ass more than anything else of a sexual nature. Lafitte had him stripped and stretched across the whipping table just to see how his flanks looked when bent over in a defenseless position. He was surprised. I always knew, ” she sobbed, shuddering, squirting in her jeans. Going limp, breathing hard as he slid over her, kissing her softly.“It’s ok, I know your worth too. It’s ok to be worthless. There is value in that, ” He kissed her softly, then spit in her face, standing up over her. Her breathing was still ragged from her orgasm as he unzipped, pissing on her on the floor, mostly in her face. “Open your mouth, ” he told her.She did, eyes shut tight, as most of it missed, golden heat in her hair,. I sucked in a huge breath. My heartbeat finally slowed to normal. One of my hands found her thigh. I traced a finger up until I felt moisture. I rolled over and sat up. I placed a warm, wet kiss on her thigh - sending a shiver through her. I traced kisses up the inside of her thigh until I met her soaked love box. Instead of going straight for it, I headed to the other leg and traced it with kisses. She let out a lustful sigh. Her hand found its way into my hair. She grabbed herself a handful.