There was this great place where all the cute gayboys hung out. Mmmm.He was in the middle of explaining his contactsto some girl when he noticed the c...owd hadgone from being comfortable to being a crush.People were packing in now. Moreover, it didn'ttake him long to see that most of the crowd thatcongregated were girls. Just what he needed...more competition!The lights on the dance floor stopped theirtwirling and the music faded. On the front stagethe ancient looking, tattered curtains. Stroking and fondling, she felt me getting harder in her hands as she just stared at me. Then i moved my hands down and stopped her. “save me for later,” i said. She dropped her hands to her side and i moved in and embraced her, my manhood pressed against her stomach. Her hands cupped my ass and hers did the same to mine. Her fingers found their way to my crack and she eagerly massaged me there. We passionately kissed as our tongues danced together. She was soaked and she said that she felt she. One girl in particular I always noticed as she seemed to always being walking up to her door around the same 5pm time when I got home. I had dated a few trans women in the past casually and was fairly literate on spotting the subtle ‘clues’ and so I pretty much knew her gender but didn’t let on. We exchanged smiles and hellos occasionally but nothing more. One afternoon we ended up chatting at length at the bottom of our stairwell. Nothing serious really and this one time I sort of let it slip,. An outsider [also known as a ‘vanilla’] may not understand my needs. If I were to even like a man like that, of course. I still preferred the company of a woman. Maybe one day when I was older but for now that was the last thing on my mind. My attention was drawn back by Mistress Julia’s whimper from the bed. “Liya, don’t you move unless you want to share in her punishment! Do I make myself clear?” Master John demanded. I wanted to run for the front door, get in my car, head.