We were standing in a well-lit street having a knee-trembler. I was against the wall, and she was grinding herself onto my cock and gyrating her ass r...ther than pumping my cock into her. It was a unique feeling.“God that feels good, you are bigger than I estimated. I like to size my men up in my mind before I fuck them,” she said. “You have surprised me; it feels better than I imagined. Don’t you cum in me until I have cum.”She was doing all the work. All I was doing was making sure I did not. Truth is I just never knew it..haha. Anyway, there was no troubleconfirming who I was.My next stop was a mall. I explored all the "girly" places. I wasthinking to myself "this is where I fit in now, girly" the whole time.Purely for self voyeuristic and with lustful intent I bought some skimpyunderwear. I felt a bit bad on the cab ride home, I didn't want my lifeto be just self lust but it's pretty hard to ignore my circumstances.Maybe that will wear off in time, who knows.I got home and ignored. There was a small trace of what looked like blood stains on the sofa and a few specks of blood upon the floor leading to what looked like the bedroom. We proceeded to search the bedroom. At no point had Mr Hillman or the young lady made any reply to either Officer Collins or my own calls for an answer. We entered the bedroom. At this point officer Collins quickly departed the bedroom and proceeded to vomit into the toilet in the bathroom. His departure left me alone in the room for. “This hard little dick says it all. You want me to let you be a little whore. Don’t you.” I am squeezing harder for emphasis. “You want to be a cock slut, giving your worthless ass up to whoever has something to put inside it. Do you really think that I’d let you have that much pleasure?” I squeezed your balls one more time, release them then turn from you. “Not hardly.” “Go pull the low back chair into the middle of the floor.” “I want you to stand behind the chair, with your hard rod pressed.