The body can stand no more pleasure and further stimulation is useless.” He gestured toward his wife’s sweat-drenched body. “But as long as you ...re still conscious, the body is always open to more pain.”He chuckled. “My precious little slave is now well past the stage of knowing the difference between pleasure and pain, so what her body feels is just more stimulation.”He paused and watched with the audience as she continued to buck and writhe on the humming machine. “In a moment,” he said. When Amy got home and changed clothes we were on the road in a few minutes.Carol had put on jeans and a shirt.Amy put on shorts and a brief top.We were barely on our way when Carol said she wished that she had put on shorts like Amy had.Amy told Carol to go ahead and change, we were up so high in that kind of car that people in small cars could not see in. Carl said that if she waited until we were on the interstate he would drive between cars so she could put on something more comfortable with. Her body was soft and supple with big firm tits, a narrow waist and full wide hips. She pressed her soft lips to my cum coated mouth. My lips parted of their own volition and our tongues entwined in a deep sensuous kiss.I knew she was a pre-op transsexual when I felt her hard cock pressed against my own. The idea that I was kissing a very feminine and sexy shemale was mind-blowing and I couldn't wait for what was next."You're a good kisser," she said with a slight Hispanic accent as she broke. It wasn’t even midnight when the car picked us up. “Do you want to stay out a little longer?” Leah asked.“Okay.”When the car pulled up in front of the club, there were at least one hundred people waiting in line to get it. The driver opened the door for us and we scooted out. The doorman next to the bouncer waved at Leah and waved us right in. I flashed the indentification card Kristen had loaned me and we breezed right in. We were all the way to the dance floor before I realized that it.