There was an endless line of men wanting to use my pussy. It didn’t matter how I came into contact with these men, online or offline, there were men...desperately wanting to select what they need from my café. Some men just needed to eat it, some wanted to fist it, play with it, fuck it, cum in it or just look at it. In a few days, my life of boredom was spent using all of my free time with my legs open letting any man enter the café and use it.The most customers my café served at one time was. I haven't cried since I was a little girl. I learned a long timeago not to let my emotions get the better of me. It is a sign ofweakness as far as I am concerned," she said as he took the tissuesfrom her.As he let the tears flow Carol actually began to feel better and asthey subsided thought, "What did Edward say about transsexuals? Or wasit transvestites? One of them are women trapped in a man's body and theother is one that has to wear women's clothing.....and yeah my familyhas been. Sunday ka din tha aur humne sab plan kar rakha tha uske ghar pe sube 11 baje milne ka, jaldi utha fresh hua aur nikal pada manzile chudai ki taraf, jaise he mein uski society mein pahucha use call kiya usne uthaya aur bola ke ye ye floor pe ye flat number pe aa jao mein upar pohoch gaya aur bell ring ki darwaza khula to wo khada tha jo muje thodi der mein chodne wala tha usne ander invite kiya aur guys kya batao us waqt wo sirf towel lapete hua tha usne muje hug kiya pani pilaya aur bola tum. Using his good hand, Nathan pulled her back to him. She ended up standing between his legs facing him. He held her chin. ‘Where are you going?’ ‘I . . . I’m sorry,’ she breathed as some tears started to well up in her eyes. Before she could blink them away, a few of them escaped and ran down her cheeks. ‘I was only kidding, you ninny. I am going to be fine,’ Nathan used the pad of his thumb to blot away the fallen tears. ‘I feel like shit,’ she returned to dropping her head. Nathan kissed her.