"I really didn't want anything to happen."Tamara just looked at me and said, "Thanks for protecting us. You're so sweet." With the way you two ladies ...ook tonight, I might need to wear guns like Billy the Kid," I said jokingly.Lena looked up with her baby blues, "Thanks John, I appreciate what you did. Let's all three go dance."I was again led to the dance floor like a lamb to slaughter. Tamara and her daughter did their best to ensure I had a constant erection. I was thoroughly enjoying. River roaring.I'm rolling, writhing, trying to touch every bit of me to him. Like a tideflooding, ebbing, he pushes onward. I feel his cock, curved like ascimitar, sliding between my legs, hard as iron with its urgent search,hot as a flame.Now, inexorable, he's rolling us. He's easing himself to the side, hishands are on my hip, pushing me up. I am on top, now. I feel him push, Ipush back, his hands hold me, help me lower myself. A pressure, pushing,down there, a pressing that won't be stopped.. Oh yes you see I am a man, bisexual and into cross-dressing, humiliation and torture (my own.) Unlike most transvestites, my hair is my own, as well as my hormone enhanced breasts. What sets me apart is my own little creation a gaffe that really was a vagina, at least it wasn’t one of those rip-offs that tied in place and you needed to never let anyone touch you there or they know instantly.It took me several years to perfect. First, finding material that would feel like skin was a very hard. It was fun to dream, but it often led to me crashing into bouts ofdepression afterwards.Being alone a lot also allowed me to discover my love of bondage. I firstpicked up those handcuffs as a joke, but when I was home alone, I foundthat they were fun to try to escape from. I'd cuff my hands around thecheep white painted banister throw the key against the other wall and tryto reach it with my feet.It was fun feeling so secure. I quickly moved on to just about anyrestricting thing I could find,.