Here I am, a transwoman in a gay bath house handcuffed to a sex swing with my legs being held apart and I'm totally naked in the middle of an open are... for anyone to find. What the fuck am I going to do now. If I call out someone might want to take advantage of me but if I don't then someone will eventually find me and possibly take advantage of me. Either way it looks like I'm gonna be used for a while. As I contemplate my situation I hear someone coming. When I see it's a guy with a big burly. But she is really hot in bed especially with the narration she gives to these sex encounters. The important thing is she is horny enough to have sex with other guy in my presence. We got along well initially, having soft drink and snacks. Later, we had planned for dinner and the three of us sat on the dinner table with my wife serving. She was paying special attention to my friend and he too was covertly looking at her often. I guessed he had developed a liking for my wife. We had some wine. "Your rapist will want you drunk."I had never tasted alcohol and drank it too quickly, coughing as it burnt my throat. I managed to drink it all and the effect it had on me was almost immediate. My head was spinning within minutes and I had to be reminded by the barmaid that I had an appointment to keep. I staggered out of the bar and wound my way down the street to 300 Smith Street. This time there was a man standing there."Are you alright?" he asked. "Fine," I said. "You look a little. Not. But the guys around my school do look like underwear models, and being a single girl in the midst of it all, I’ve found myself quite horny nearly every second of the day. But none of the guys on campus compare to my boss. If they were all freshly recruited underwear models, he’d be the veteran; Showing all the young jocks how to look the part. His name is Mark, and he’s in his early 40’s. Tall. Dark. Handsome. With the perfect amount of grey showing above the ears in what otherwise is jet.