She kneels in the mix of mud and blood, holding her love’s head in her lap, begging for him to speak again as the tears flow down her face. Suddenly...there’s a sharp pain in her upper arm as she’s pulled to her feet. She looks up to see her father gripping her arm tighter than necessary. She’s pulled up to the house by her arm. She is locked in her room as she waits for morning to come. When morning finally came there was no evidence of the night before, except for a muddy blood stained. In the back of my mind, I was wondering if that was a sign of ole age. Okay, watch it guys be gentle I am only fifty-four.As we sat in our living room chatting, our new friend stated he did not have any sexy pictures of himself to post on his profile. He then asked if we had a digital camera and if we did not mind, could, we take some pictures from the neck down. John spoke up and informed Steve that we had a digital camera and would be happy to take some pictures for him.I sat there blushing. "Ohmigod," she says, "I wasn't expecting that!" "Neither was I!" I say, with a sly grin on my face. I gently caress her face and hair, and give her soft kisses on her forehead, helping her calm down. She's still flush from the orgasm. Of course I have a raging hard-on. I'd like nothing more than to bend her over the bed, shove my dick through that open crotch in her hose, and pound into her doggystyle. We don't have time for that, but now that she's had hers, I want mine. I drop my pants, grab. I made sure I looked my best, after all we were dining out. I drove down to her discreet flat somewhere in Central London. I arrived at the flat where the escort receptionist answered and smiled and asked if I was ready to see the shemale and I said yes with a big smile, waiting and anticipating for her to walk into the small waiting area. She took about 15 minutes to come downstairs, I was getting impatient deep down inside but I had to remain calm, then not too long after I started to calm.