All necessities taken care of; special lingerie and evening attire purchased and packed. The secretive planning would soon pay off. John made sure thi... was going to be a vacation to remember.Months prior, Jen and John had been fucking like rabbits. Sex was good, very, very good. They fucked often and in as many ways as they could dream up. However, John knew that Jen had a secret desire, a taboo desire to be fucked by others. How many, she would never really say, but he knew she wasn’t easily. I started to recall an evening some years ago in a London tranny club called the Philbeach Hotel in Earl's Court, where Monday was the evening when gurls could dress and be themselves, discreetly and safely, otherwise it was a gay venue.At the end of the night, there was a party in one room, which I went to along with Michelle, a girl that I had real affection for and had seen regularly over an extended period. She bumped into another TV called Marion, who was a little shorter than Michelle but. The scheduled flights will be fine."That afternoon he rang Caroline and told her to pack whatever she needed, and that the rest of their belongings could be brought out later."Two days isn't long to get ready," she protested."Just do it," Robinson told her, "You won't need to stay long if you don't like it here."Thus it was arranged and he flew to London, again in one of the luxurious private cabins on the jumbo jet, using the stewardess en route, and hoping that he would not be embarrassed by. We could also do a couple more pieces early tomorrow." How can I refuse?"Meanwhile, back in town, Aunt Jane, with me always out on my modeling contract, was feeling bored. When Mom and Dad died in that car accident, she had felt duty-bound to take me in because 'the poor kid had no one else'. Granted, I had just finished my last year of high school but that was still too young to be on one's own. While she hadn't said so, she had been worried, however, that I would put a crimp in her routine..