Pat and I had never done anything like this before. I must admit I was beginning to enjoy myself, particularly the slap on her backside.I put my hand ...etween Pat's legs and felt her pussy. The tip of my finger slipped into her easily. Next, I put my hand between her shoulder blades and pushed gently, but Pat resisted. I slapped her again, not as hard as before, but Pat got the message. I eased her forward, and this time she bent over the table. I secured Pat's wrists to the table, placed the. I knew what it was straight away andeven though I was reluctant to view it curiosity got the better of me.I sat in my bedroom dumbstruck, it was worse than I thought; it shouldme dressed as a girl in various sexual positions. Although it was easyto make out from the movie it was me; it was impossible from the anglesto make out Wilton's face.This didn't look good, why had he recorded what had happened and whyhad he sent me a copy to prove that he had recorded it? I didn't haveto wait for too. Though I am not transgendred...in a way I grew up with them and within a transgendered environment.I am comfortable with that, believe it made me a better person. Because I've met and spent time with some incredibly beautiful people, not only on the outside..the inside too! I'm not the only 1 whom feel this way. Because there are born women whom feel the same way about TSs, TVs and CDs people. There are more born women whom are trans supportive and compassionate toward the TG community. I've. “You asked me to finger your ass,” he protested, drawing back and slamming in, the burning becoming...different.“Finger my ass not fuck it,” I groaned as his balls smacked into my taint, his crotch slapping into my butt. He was so deep in me. I shuddered, shifting.“Sorry,” he groaned, rubbing my clit faster, sparking such wicked pleasure through my body. “You're just too sexy to resist.”“Am I?” I groaned, a smile crossing my lips as the pleasure fluttered through me. He thrust in again, my.