.. He came back in a split second with two glasses of Champaign and his wallet..’about the real’ he said. And he gave me a glass of Champaign. The...real one from France.. i loved it. ‘Whores love Champaign’ and he smiled softly to me... He pulled to promised money out and put it on the table. He asked me if I wanted to double it, I should tell hem my personal story about becoming this trans whore that couldn’t stop staring at his enormous dig that never got shrinking after cumming.. it just got. It's flowing with her juices and she desperately wants Pete inside her. If you weren't here, he would have taken her at least a couple of times this afternoon and this evening."She smiled warmly and repeated, "I'm sure. It's company behavior."Meanwhile Dan had been caressing her body. He had moved her tiny bikini bottom down to her thighs and was lightly running his fingertips over her scarred buttocks. He made a little face and asked, "Cindy, what are these strange lines on you ass? They feel. One with glittering colored crystals throughout it. Gasping softly I turned to gaze upon him once again, almost afraid that if I touched him, he would disappear, like in my dreams. A soft smile played on his lips as he seen the wonder in my eyes. “I am happy you like it, little one,” he whispered as he moved closer to caress my cheek once more. I couldn’t make my voice work correctly; I didn’t know what to say to him. “This use to be my home,” he whispered softly. “But now I wish to share this. He watched as her mouth opened when he pushed down his boxers. “Do you want me sitting, like yesterday?” he asked as he unbuttoned his shirt. “Yes, please,” she whispered, her eyes riveted to his erection. Once again, Ted sat in his chair and stretched out his legs toward her. His hard shaft was pointed toward her as he slowly wrapped his fingers around it and moved them up and down. He didn’t know where he came up with the courage to do this, but it felt good and it was obvious that it excited.