The man knew she was a transvestite but he seemed friendly enough and it wouldn't hurt to have a little company for a while. She was less likely to be...accosted by one of Tony's henchmen, as unlikely as that might seem, if she had another person she could trust in the sleeper with her."Ok; you can share my booze and smokes but there are a few conditions," she said."Sure," he answered"No questions about who I am, where I'm going to, or where I'm from!" Sure," the conductor smirked again."And you. . stimulated...”“I know,” he said, and looked at her cunt again.She knew she must be useful. Moaning in embarrassment, she felt herself start to play with her pussy. “Please,” she begged. “I don’t want my breasts to get bigger...”Erlanthor was unmoved. “I believe I will have a better view if you kneel, princess,” he said. She fell to her knees, legs parted, fingers working her fuckhole.He watched her masturbate, his smile cruel and mocking. After a while, he said, “I know you can’t help it. My hands ended up on her lower back.Again, she didn’t show any sign of feeling my obscene erection on her front.I, on the other hand, could easily feel my knob pressing into her and as I flexed my hips, my cock slid up and then down against her. I’m uncut and a movement like that pulls the skin back and creates delicious feelings.Before I humped her again, I slid my right hand under her shirt and onto her bare back. This time I got a reaction from her. A sharp intake of air and a slight moan. " The unacceptable alternative looms and mutes my volume. "Sorry, go ahead." He lets me unzip him, he drops trou and his dick's as hard as a stripper pole and twitching like it might splatter my face right then and there."Her expression alights with - what's the phrase I'm thinking of, a contact high? - that rush you get from recounting a thrill."I was afraid to lick it too much. He seemed awful close and the last thing I wanted was to have to explain cum in my hair at home, so I kept the dive.