He became fascinated and entranced by the images of thetransvestites. They wore sexy skirts and blouses made from silk, taffeta,lace, nylon, lycra an... satin. They wore sexy lingerie: bustieres, garter-belts, suspenders and diaphanously sheer nylon stockings or pantyhose andsilky panties. Their makeup was heavy and feminised their male featuressuch that most of them could pass as real women unless you looked veryclose. They wore high-heels: pumps, sandals, court-shoes and boots. "They. Always the same game. And always with the same start: ‘Got any jacks?’ The first time she did that and took my card without putting down a pair of jacks, I pompously informed her that she wasn’t permitted, under the rules of the game, to ask for a card that she couldn’t match. She had looked back at me with one of those ‘all right, idiot, let me explain this to you slowly’ expressions that girls apparently learn in the cradle. ‘So I have one extra card now,’ she’d said, ‘and you have one fewer. I made sure to give small rubs on it. Pooja started to give low moans, “Aaah…mmm..mmmm..”Then I came back to her earlobes, kissed them again and moved my tongue to kiss her neck. I drove them along the center of the neck down, licking into the brim of her collar bone. I then kissed on collar bone.I started to kiss from there to the side. As I came to her bra straps, I bit her skin over bra strap. Her body gave small tremble with moans.I moved my hands to her back, getting close to her ass. More followed and I quaffed it like a seasoned professional. Not a drop left my lips and I took some foolish pride in that.“Oh fuck that was good. Fuck! Felt like a massive load!” He looked at his watch. “8 minutes! I even have time for a piss before I’m missed.”He started to make a move and I reminded him of my request for a photo.“Ok, ok! I suppose the cocksucker needs his trophy to jerk off to eh?”“Something like that.” I said disappointed with his mocking. He could sense my annoyance.“Sorry.