I knew that most men would be all over me with just a little bit of encouragement. If I could get him to do something with me, depending on how far it...went the case could be over quickly. It really did depend though on how far things went, because I'm not a whore and there was no way I'd sleep with the guy for a case.Surprisingly though after letting me sit at his table he didn't initiate any further conversation. He seemed to be content to just look at the handful of product brochures he'd. It started when I turned 18, and I still do it today. Nobody knows. My first rape was with a woman named Kelly. It happened 5 years ago. She was a mother of two daughters; Aged 8 and 6. It was Friday night when I was ready to begin. Her husband named Jason was at an all boys party' at his friends house so I felt this was the perfect time to complete my task which I long awaited doing. I waiting until exactly 12:00am. I crouched outside Kelly's home, watched as Kelly went into both her daughters. Part of that is lettingprospective customers know that I'm not quite female under this skirt.I'd rather that they scowl at me here than beat me up in the privacyof a motel room. By the time you're thirty, a tranny whore learns athing or two.That's why I'm quite convincing as a woman, at this point. I'vecorset-trained my waist down to a 20-inch circumference, and plan isto keep going until I reach that hourglass shape of 16 inches. Myfull, perky C-cup breasts are naturally grown through several. I wasn't really paying attention so I hadn't noticed that everyone had left the room, except one person. Lisy sat on the corner of the bed with her legs hanging over the edge, she had changed into a bathing suit since the party started. It was a deep red fabric with a white floral pattern that laced itself around her breasts and ass; just the sight of her in it was enough to get my stomach to clench. I could tell she wasn't sure what to say so I figured I would take the chance to throw some.