Sally’s wrap “conveniently” got snagged as she slid into the back seat and she gave him a blatant displayed of her bikini covered crutch. I saw ...hem exchange smiles as I made my way to the other side of the car and got in.The journey wasn’t very long and the whole time the driver was giving little attention to the road ahead but seemed to be constantly looking in his rear-view mirror which he had repositioned to focus on her pussy. Sally was looking out of the window but was well aware of his. He was a pirate. Loose long hair and a fake gold earring. His leather hat had a long black tassel dangling from it as well as a few beads. As for the rest, it was loose non-descript trousers, various layers of ripped and baggy shirts, a wide belt and a sword. The sword looked fairly harmless, and it was blunt. Sera smiled as he rubbed the pommel, being blunt didn't stop the thing hurting like hell when you were hit with it. He walked over to the bathroom and thumped on the door with a ringed. And we start talking. Before I know it I’m nude, horny as hell. And in need of a Cumming. He seemed to know all the spots I want touched. And just when to touch them. I was hooked. Hell, I could do thirty guys and sleep like a baby. Because who would know? What they going to do? Brag? So. I was going from one guy to another. Three waying, and all that. I was even multi pming guys. I had like 4 pm boxes open at once! All different things I was doing. Blow jobs, anal sex. All that, I loved it.. I’m a girl, or a boy at best compared to them. The power of big black cock has compelled me to be a girl. It’s so strange because it is the most natural thing I’ve ever felt. I’ve been wearing dresses, skirts, lingerie and I have become fascinated with high heels and nail polish as a means to look as much like a girl as I can to serve black men. I have grown my hair long like a girl and I have even considered getting breast implants and taking hormone pills. I see more and more white boys every.