“You’re a transguy?”He nods. He carefully watches my reaction, probably expecting disgust or disappointment, but I just smile and say, “That�...s more than okay. You’re one of the most handsome clients I’ve ever gotten. And I’ve been doing this for quite awhile.”His pale cheeks flush and his tense posture relaxes. “I’m happy to hear that. And thank you for saying that. I actually have… a strap on if you want to play with it. You can ride me and come as much as you want.”“Mm.” Lust courses through. She rubbed her clit wiggling and writhing on him trying to press him further and deeper. She watched as he pulled her down onto him and heard the popping sound, but it didnt hurt like last time. Instead she felt a different kind of pain, but it felt so very good. She rubbed her clit harder and faster and her body rocked and bucked on him pulling him deeper inside her. She felt his cock bouncing inside her which only added to her own bodys spasms. Each time she bucked and twitched, his cock. The soccer team, according to snatchesof conversation I overheard, was on it’s way home from a tournamentand had been delayed because of problems with the bus. Well, to make a long story shorter, the diner was held up byfour men wearing stocking masks and carrying sawed-off shotguns. Theyherded everyone into one corner of the diner and demanded that allwallets, purses, and jewelery be deposited in a pillowcase. One ofthem was cleaning out the register while another passed around. “Morning,” she answered, the bite of that sexual frustration creeping into her voice.In the process of taking the cap off his deodorant, he asked, “Are you okay?”“Fine,” she said, trying to brush it off.“Which means you’re not. What is it?”She fully meant to say that she had the morning grumps. What came out instead was, “I came home last night so horny I couldn’t see straight. You were already asleep, and I didn’t want to wake you up. Then I have a dream about it this morning, and when I.