He was mid-to-late thirties, very well-toned with a tribal tattoo on his shoulder. He then knelt down in front of the bench, leant over and grabbed my...cock! I was in complete shock, never having been intimate with a man in any way. I was about to tell him to get off me when I suddenly realized how good it felt. He was now using both hands, stroking them in rhythm up and down my shaft, using my sweat as lube. I knew it was wrong but it felt so right, and before I knew it I was lying back moaning. You see you're different I can tell that this is whatyou desire. Normally I wouldn't do this, I feel most transsexuals arejust wolves in sheep's clothing, they just want to become women forsome reason or another, but you truly have the soul and spirit of awoman trapped inside of you fighting to get out." Madame Morganexplained.Nicole brings back a glass full of a icy pink liquid looking very muchlike a strawberry daiquiri and sets it in front of Madame Morgan. "Nowbefore you drink this let me. However, when the girl tried to leave after arranging everything, the lady scolded her in a friendly way. "No, dear, you will have to set the table properly. You will join us, of course."The girl blushed prettily and fixed a setting for herself. Talk about hungry. She had excellent table manners but made extremely short shrift of whatever her Highness passed on to her. I really had to keep my wits about me to avoid being short-changed on anything. But eventually we were all sated to completion.. His hand slid up and sideways to come to rest directly over Sam's pussy, her thighs shut around his hand and she looked at him sharply. Ruth must have asked what was wrong, I don't know what Sam answered but Ruth grinned, tried to peek under the table then laughed some sort of reply to my wife. Sam gave a wry smile back then said something to the man, he grinned and reached with his free hand for another drink while his other hand lay trapped between Sam's thighs. All three of them drank then.