My house is a small two-bedroom cottage with a study, lounge and combined kitchen-dining room. My bedroom has an ensuite. It is located in a quiet cul...de-sac in a quiet neighbourhood where everyone keeps to themselves. It is perfect for me. Perfect because I am single (due to a messy divorce where she got everything except the debts), perfect because I work odd hours, and prefect because I like my privacy; oh, and also perfect because I am a closet transvestite.Like most crossdressers, for most. He quickly went to his bag to retrieve the lube while I slide the panties down my legs and took them off, my girly little cock had gotten so stiff from sucking and jerking his cock. As he made his way back I glanced over and saw his big cock glistening wet with my saliva. I got onto the bed on all fours, as he once again lifted the skirt and began to apply some lube to his fingers and my hole. He pushed a finger inside as I gasped loudly in shock. He continued to push the walls of my hole with. Suni wriggled over towards the center of the four planks and huddled up, there had to be a way out, there had to be a flaw somewhere. Then she realized, she looked up to see her hair bound to the metal pole next to the pulley and laughed She wouldn’t die, her hair was so strong and so plentiful that it’d hold her weight easily, she guessed that John knew this too, this wasn’t a deathtrap, it came dangerously close but it wasn’t quite going to kill her. She breathed a sigh of relief and wasn’t. Michelle and I went to bed, made love (more like fucked each other silly), and both of us had an explosive orgasm. It seemed obvious to me from both our reactions to his proposal what her answer was likely going to be.The next morning, I told her I’d call some of the numbers he gave her. He gave her four names. I picked the third down on the list, Kristen Stone, and dialed the number.It rang a couple times and a woman answered, “Stone Enterprises, may I help you?” Wow, I was impressed. This.