After checking in, they had taken a walk through the facility lookingfor where the armed guards were stationed; their surveillance hadproved fruitful....Aaron was sure he had identified the area that heldthe hotel's armory; they had watched discreetly as tattooed womenwalked down a corridor in civilian clothes, only to emerge fully armedand in uniform later on.The plan was simple - upon nightfall, after even the nightclubs andtittie bars were closed, they would return to the armory area. With. I had already had mine removed via ultra-light treatments and had made the first of several appointments for Danny. I could have settled for shaving, waxing, or using a depilatory cream, particularly at this early stage of his transformation. After all, the ultra-light method of hair removal was permanent. That was exactly the point. This was another test, to see how committed Danny was to the idea of 'Danielle' — and acceding to my wishes.I presented it to him in a loving, caring way. It was. That';s my pussy, let me breed you like a real bitch, just like a real bitch...' Daniel pulled his twelve to f******n inches of big black penis from my anus, I felt every inch, every vein and every ridge as he slowly extracted his member from my anus. Once he was out of my rectum, IO slid to the floor beneath him as he stepped back and let the shower clean his spunk and my anal juices from his flaccid member. As I sat there, my head against the wall sobbing from the pain, I glanced up at. It added to the excitement. “Just go in and ask for a private booth”, he had told me. So why was I out in my truck instead of inside getting my cock sucked by an anonymous whore? I was fighting a moral dilemma. You see, I am married, happily married in fact, with two kids, a teenage son and daughter. But with Brittany’s new promotion causing her to work late most days, and both the kids at various sport practices after school, I found the weekday afternoons home alone to be empty. Add the.