A softer, more soothing voice. "Just hang in there. We'll have you out in just a minute."Fingers on my wrist. Soft delicate fingers, yet, strong finge...s."Sir. Can you hear me sir?" The soft voice asked.I tried to speak but my mouth was to dry and words could not escape my throat."That's all right sir. Don't try to speak. If you can hear me just blink your eyes."I blinked."This one's ready for the brace." The soft voice said. "Thanks."Those delicate yet strong fingers gently raised my head and. We all got a wash, then headed down to the hotel resteruant for lunch. After our bite to eat we planned our day ahead. Cathy was now wearing thigh high leather boots with tights underneath accompined by white patterned tank top and tight black pencil skirt- which left plenty to the imagination. Dad was nagging to visit the stadium, although neither me of Cathy were intrested in going. Dad suggested he go to the stadium and me and Cathy could do other things. We agreed to meet back at the hotel. Her jaw dropped and her eye's widened with both excitement and lust.She explained to us that she was a post op transexual and that she was fully functional, Jake reach over her lap and pulled her panties aside to show us that she wasn't joking.Check please!We all took off to my room and by the time we got there, the shit had all but hit the fan.We we're all so horny that by the time the door was opened we were naked before we reached the other side.Amanda pushed me against the wall and began. He forces her lips to part even further and then shoves himself in. His hand forces her head to remain still as he violently pumps himself in her mouth, so deeply she cannot stop gagging. He comes nearly to climax, then stops abruptly. He pushes her, face down onto the rose covered black sheet. Sharp little thorns raise drops of bright blood on her pale breasts and stomach. With her leg still bound to the bed and her arms tied behind her back she cannot move or rise to relieve the pressure of.