Khushi uske bedroom mein paani na hone ke kaaran hall ke bathroom me nahati, aur bedroom ke kamre me kapde change karti.Maine iska faayda uthaaya uski...mom dusre bedroom me thi, aur main kitchen mein. Main uske nahane jaane ke kuch minutes baad usi bedroom ke bathroom me jaakar chup gaya, jahan woh kapde badalti thi.Bathroom ka darwaza thoda sa band karke, meri kismat bhi chamki. Woh andar aayi aur darwaza band kar diya, aur pehne hue kapde nikaalne lagi. Main usse bathroom se dekh raha tha.Usne. Rob pulled out and grabbed a nearby towel to clean off his crotch before he flipped me over and left me laying on my back on the same bench, my feet flat on the floor and my legs open, he took a bottle of lube and put on about twice the amount needed onto my cock and started jacking my cock. I reached down to touch my balls but Rob’s hand pushed mine away, Rob got onto his knees near my feet while me gripped my cock firmly in his fist, my cock was so hard and the feelings stirring inside my. I even thought of pouting at the builder crossing the road as I reachedthe lights at Old Oak Road, but thought better of it as I saw him staringat me and checked that the doors had not somehow opened as I drove overthe Westway.I felt vulnerable then, but it was not the vulnerability of a man dressedin women's clothes that I had felt earlier as I had now come to acceptthat I looked like a woman, I felt that I had a notion of what it waslike to be an underwear model being photographed for some. Morris’s face was pulled into a grimace and his eyes gazed off somewhere over my head as he fucked me. He was still wearing his shirt so I didn’t even have a nice manly chest to gaze at. And I couldn’t actually see the business end of the fucking from my position unless I strained upwards so I had a choice of looking at Morris’s straining face or looking at the ceiling. I chose the ceiling.I was lying on a towel on a hard wooden bench, which meant I was never going to be truly comfortable. And.