She was, he supposed, about twenty one or twenty two years old and wore a curious combination of western and what he assumed was traditional Kushtian ...ress. On her head she wore a pill box hat from which draped a scarf that hung across the lower half of her face veiling all of her features apart from a pair of sparkling, dark brown eyes fringed with long lashes. If her headwear was traditional, Kushtian and modest, the rest of her outfit was anything but. She wore a white blouse that fitted. "Unless you want the whole world knowing how I found you as a tranny in real, this had best be a wonderful blow job. The best blow job you ever gave." I am not like that Mihir." I said weakly."That is not what you were saying a minute ago faggot. I heard what you said; we all heard what you said." Mihir laughed, pointing to the other men standing around the open door of the booth. "You said you were a cocksucker, that you wanted his cum, that you were a tranny faggot slut. Hell faggot, you. “The more you struggle, the more difficult it will become,” John said with a harsh voiceHe kept her like that for more than a minute. Amy was making gag noise now and her eyes popped wide. John knew she couldn’t take it anymore. He then released her from her misery and pulled out his dick from her mouth.His dick was covered completely with her saliva and it was drooling down. Amy’s face was covered with her own saliva.John positioned his dick near Amy’s pussy and with one push, he thrust his. Now as we rode of course my t-shirt was up because I was sitting, I felt him slide his hands down my waist along the side of my hips and then up again but this time his hands slid under my top and were on my bare skin on my waist, OK I thought ,whats he up to, just a little harmless fun on his part? After all he was quite young, so we plodded along, and he kept sliding his hands a bit higher all the time, If not for the drinks I think I would have stopped him but I was curios to see just how.