The idea of man on man totally turns me off. Shemales however were totally different, yet totally unattainable. For me at least.I used to go on regula... trips to Amsterdam with my mates, and we'd all get drunk, spliffed up and go for a wander around the red light district. Somtimes, when we were all no longer capable of walking we'd make out way back to the hotel. The thought of these women was too much and with a raging hard on keeping me sober, i'd sneak out and partake of the Windows. Their lips met, and they bit the chocolate in half, each drawing a portion over their tongues, savoring its bittersweet taste. ‘Happy Valentine’s Day, darling,’ he said to her softly, his hand dipping into the bubbles and slipping up her stomach, tracing a light line along her exposed breast. ‘Thank you for saving my place.’ ‘And to you, baby,’ she replied, watching him crack open the champagne he had somehow gotten onto the back verandah this morning without her knowledge. She took the flute. My favorite French maids dress and a long blonde wig came next. Mynecklace with the bejeweled playboy bunny pendant and giant gold hoopearrings completed my look.Checking the time, I found that I had three minutes to spare, so Ipulled out the nail polish and painted my fingertips with a cherry redpolish that would look perfect on the hand of a sissy slut whilewrapped around a hard cock.With one minute to go, I pulled out a piece of paper and wrote out myname, phone number, email, street. " Her voice trailed off in horror at the prospect of being beaten between her thighs so many times!He was smiling cruelly down at her, rubbing the length of the crop between her labia. "That's too many, dirty cunt - even for filth like you! Too much damage where you're useful - we'll stop at twelve but I actually only had six in mind!" He raised the crop and turned to Guljana. "You can count for us, pretty little foreign bitch. You'll learn from this filthy cunt's punishment!"Guljana barely.