For several months the city I lived in at the time a lot of transvestites, transsexuals, cross dressers and their admirers would hang out on forth str...et on Friday and Saturday nights. There were some really good-looking Ladies.I had been attracted to shemales for years, but never was brave enough to contact one. So this was an opportunity for me to talk with a shemale for the first time. I would head for Fourth Street about nine, just as they would start to show up. About the third or fourth. ? Somewhere, unseen to me, atimer was ticking.? When the buzzersounded, the bottle would be examined.?If it was empty I would be declared an insufferable glutton for anythinghaving a Source in my Mistress.? I wouldbe also declared disobedient and worthless of honors bestowed on me and wouldbe punished accordingly. Matching a pink hue of thebottle was a pink butt plug in my ass.?It held in a pee enema.? It wasadministered by my Mistress before we arrived at Mistress Aphrodite?sstudio.? We were. His kiss was rough and passionate as their lips met. Flames licked at her soul, hunger filled her body and mind. The kiss was a burning beacon in the night that blazed even higher as his hands caressed her back and ended cupping her ass tightly. She moaned into his warm mouth, her tongue dueling even more fiercely with his. His hands lifted her higher as the burning love flowed between them. He lowered her slowly. The head of his manhood nudged against her burning opening and slowly squeezed. “Hi,” he said.“Hi,” she replied, “are you okay, Mum said you left in a hurry, said you didn’t feel well.”“Er yes, l don’t feel well,” he said.“Do you want me to come over?”“No,” he replied, rather too hurriedly. “No, sorry, l’m just going to shower and go to bed.”There was a long pause, then, “Dave.”“What,” he replied.“Did something happen between you and Mum, did you have an argument or something?”“No, what makes you think that?”His eyes caught movement on his ipad, the pretend son was now.