You would never know this to look at me as I am 5ft10”, broad in the shoulders from hitting the gym, heavily tattooed, sporting a skin head and a lu...cious big beard. I could walk right passed you on the street or be sat next to you in a bar and it would never even cross your mind that I am trans. The biggest give away would perhaps be if you were to see me naked as I have opted to not have any genital surgery. This is because after so long receiving hormone therapy, my clit is now extremely. I tried to struggle, tried to wriggle out of his arms - but it was only then that I realised just how strong he was. His grip was like iron around my skin, and I couldn't move an inch. I let out a little involuntary scream, and tried to kick out against him - but he held me tight. "Come on," he whispered, "Don't struggle. I won't hurt you."I whimpered then. Suddenly, as he started dragging me towards his car, I realised that I didn't want this - that it was too real, too much now that it was. I was getting full again however. With the beer I had drank, the hot cum from the boys I sucked, Toby's cum and now the 3 more loads. I figured I'd be totally full once I finished fucking the whole team.As soon as I couldn't suck any more cum out of my overly stimulated cunt, I immediately got back into position. Now with legs back down and spread, it started again. Number 4 took his spot in my cunt adding more cum, then number 5 and 6. That's when I realized the pattern. I was to suck my pussy. I want you as my husband and the father of our children. So, we’ll just live here all together,” she stated in a very matter of fact tone. At this point I was still shocked at the whole thing. I had always noticed awkward moments, aside from her catching Sara and I in the throes of ecstasy, where Darcy would shoot me a look, wear a little more revealing top or shorter than normal skirt. But, I just figured she was messing with me and going somewhere to find a man of her own. “Sara, you’re.