I had seen my first shemale photo spread a couple years before in an issue of Hustler and was instantly intrigued and turned on by what appeared to be...a hot female with a thick cock. I first wondered if I was gay, but I knew I was just much more sexually open minded than most and I just enjoyed the visual. After one day of indulging my fantasies, I was getting a hot dog near the Port Authority bus terminal when this slender black chick approached and started a conversation with me. She told me. . please my queen!" Naira said, nearly beside herself with excitement.What could have Naira so excited and worked up? Ankhesentiti thought to herself. Whatever it was, it must be important. Naira was usually one of her more calm and level-headed handmaidens. "Then let us go and see what could cause my otherwise sensible handmaiden to be in such an unbalanced state!" she said, smiling.The two women left the bedchambers and walked through the living quarters then down the hallway to the council. ‘I like knowing I can, if I want to,’ Miles informed her. ‘Or have a place to entertain.’ ‘Get over it. It’s either that or pay a thousand dollars for an office to sit empty 90% of the time,’ Ada said. Miles didn’t like her cavalier approach to his property. ‘Well one thing at a time. We can meet there for now, but I reserve the right to throw you all out,’ Miles informed them both. ‘You can’t throw me out, I live there,’ Louise said. She saw the look Ada gave her, so she went on to explain’. He shouted something about never having been fucked like this in his life. It made me ride him even harder.He grabbed at my long hair and pulled, but not hard. Then he cried out, and I felt his pole spurting its sweet juice into my depths. I almost cried out in response, but caught myself. Instead, I grabbed his hands and held them tight, as tremors and waves pounded through my body. No thunderstorm could ever match the intensity of my pleasure at this moment.I slowed, my hands on my lover’s.