Those warm, soft, personal, intimate places — all the more wonderful when you don’t attack directly but take your time coming up from the leg like...a procession.A shapely leg, like the one in that mirror seen through the slit in her skirt, is as elegant as a music note, a high heel, a suspension bridge.I’m going out of order, because actually that was pretty much the first thought that jumped into my head when I saw her video. We were speaking on the phone and I was thinking ‘Wow, her left leg. As the night has progressed the crowd seems to have lost what little inhibitions they had in the beginning. The atmosphere seems to be half way between that of a wild party, and a B&D orgy. The air is hot. I am unsure of the time, it was just after midnight when we arrived, so it is probably somewhere about 2:00 in the morning now. The crowd does not seem like they are ready to retire. We move back to the dance floor. Your face is flushed, I assume it is a combination of excitement. At this point, I wanted to get back into her pussy and the stranger pulled his dick out of her.I repositioned her on her back and slid into her easily. She motioned for the stranger to join the barman in her mouth area and set about licking and sucking their cocks and balls while I pumped into her faster and harder. She was moaning about being “A good little slut” inbetween mouthfuls of the massive cocks that were hovering over her face. The barman went for a new position and sat on the bed. She said she was pretty sure most of the people at "CommonGrounds" knew she was trans already.I was thinking, no wonder she was so easy to talk to, she wasn't likeone of the guys, she was one of the guys. It's not my thing, but hey,each to his or her own. I didn't see any problems. I believed we couldwork together. I left that night kind of excited about the whole thingand looking forward to putting pen to paper.Monday after work I went to her place again and tried to get someinsight into her.