”Me: (thoda aur kareeb jaate hue) “haan mami lo na lund ko haath me.”Mami: “kitne din se lund dhund rahi thi bahaar par nai mila aaj tera mila...hai ab nai 6odungi..”Me: “kyun bahaar lund dhand rahi thi? Mama chodte nahi hai?”Mami: “are wo kya chodega mujhe uska dhang se khada bhi nahi hota uska nikal jaata hai pani fir me chut me ungli karke shaant hoti hun. Ab se tujhe meri chut ki bhukh ka dhyan rakhna hoga.”Me: “ji mami aapko shikayat ka mauka nai dunga. Par abi aap munh me lo mera kabse hila. Before I could say anything, there came another and several more until my cheeks were on fire.“You ready, Paula? I’m gonna take your ass now.”Travis slid a finger in my ass, using my pussy juices for lube. He gradually probed… in and out, up and down… preparing me for his thick, long cock. He didn't want to hurt me and, by the time I felt the head of his cock at my back entrance, I was totally ready for him. Hands on my hips, he slowly shoved his cock into me and when he pushed harder I felt. It was a fine September evening, not exactly warm but not cold either. He handed me a leather biker’s jacket which if anything, increased the whore look and I got onto the pillion seat. And off we went, my heart wildly racing at what might happen. I knew of the place but had never had the courage to go alone and especially not alone as a transvestite. I had no idea if the place was for heteros only, if gays went there, or what kind of action people got up to. But with my biker, I felt. The second building, once The City Hotel, was built in 1792. Both buildings were leased by John Gadsby who ran his tavern in them from 1796 to 1808. In its heyday, it was one of the places at which to be seen, entertaining such luminaries as George Washington, John Adams, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, James Monroe, and the Marquis de Lafayette. As is often the case, the buildings fell into disrepair. In their history, they had housed lawyer offices and auction houses.The buildings were.