The lowest curves of her firm, round globes still showed slightly, but she was no longer so openly displayed. Kevin looked over her shoulder at the wa...ting couple and smiled tauntingly. "You see? She is incorrigible, my slut is. Would that I had a sedate and vanilla lady such as you, madame. My life would be much more... mainstream."He offered his arm for Paula, who slipped her hand into the crook, laying it along Kevin's forearm. She smiled up at him as he nodded to the maitre d', who led them. At this moment something amazing happens. Looking at my eyes opens her legs very carefully, and I had a double surprise: she was not wearing panties and had a small penis, she was transsexual. I was increasingly excited. At that moment, they call her, she stops, she approaches me and with a very sweet voice she says: take my card, call me whenever you want. I could not speak, I just managed to take the card. She left. I read the card, it said her name: Vanessa! and her profession: masseuse and. The petite woman has a good pair of breasts, while for the others their breast was no bigger or smaller than hers. Every woman had curves were they should, it was impossible for her to say that one had bigger hips or thighs or body than the others. The chatting was casual, going from family matters to work, giving her the impression that they all knew themselves. The food was great tasting, chicken with spices and herbs that she never imagined existed. And the desert was simply wonderful, a. I was sitting at the kitchen table with the business card in my hand when I found myself dialling the private number listed on the back of the card.His boss answered after three rings. I re-introduced myself and as his laugh resonated through the phone receiver I could picture the sexy smirk painting his face right now.We didn't exchange any small as he said wait by the phone and I'll call you back in 5 minutes.Hanging up the phone I waited for his return call.The phone began to ring in less.