"Toni will be here in a few minutes. I got to go get ready."She hurried upstairs and into to her room.I sat by myself in the kitchen. I rubbed my rock...solid cock through my jeans. The little hooch had me all turned on wondering about her alternatives. My sister had a way of doing this to me. I had many a really hot wet dream where I fucked and sucked the little bitch in every way imaginable way. There were times when I wanted to flip the little vixen over my knee and spank that pert little butt. Don't leave me hanging, please guys, somebody fuck me."I laughed and said, "I'm not going anywhere sweetie" and I told the guys to let themselves out as I moved between her legs."Bastard" she snarled at me, "If you are going to do this to me you should at least see to it that there are enough guys to do it right." Oh? Does my little Blow Job Baby like being a gangbang queen?" No, but if you are going to make me do it you should at least see to it that I get taken care of." You got it sweetie.. ” my husband assured me under his breath “breath in and stick your chest out.”Don’t get me wrong, I had been both topless and naked on Spanish beaches for years, but that was when I was one of many girls displaying their wares for both admiring and lustful eyes, and with being just one of the many I felt comforted and safe; and I could always cover myself with a towel if it all got too much for my delicate nature.On this latest occasion however, I had neither a towel or similar unadorned female. Dressing up as a girl didn't automatically mean you were gay, but I was a transgender and that was enough. When he found out he was furious. He hit me, he hit my mother, called us names and started drinking. Now him being mad is one thing, but him being drunk was something else entirely... and he was drunk a lot. He would go on a rampage. He would break things in the house, he would throw things at me and he would break me down. Every day was the same, hands, fists, books everything he could.