“Right” he said, “Bend over the couch both of you”. They did so and he slowly rubbed the cream into their red and sore butts. After some...15 minutes of this he asked how they were feeling. “In need of some more comforting” said Joan. “How about giving me the benefit of those swinging eight inches. That might cure the pain”. John moved to behind her, suggesting that it might be more comfortable for her in her present position. He pushed his prick to the entrance to her pussy. I told him when we would be arriving. He would pick me up at the airport in one of his limos. That night Joyce and I went to bed early. We would have to wake up early the next day to catch our plane. We slept soundly that night and everything went well the following morning. We got our plane at Newark Airport and arrived in LA just before noon, California time. The airport was quite crowded, sort of like Times Square on New Year's Eve. We got our bags and made our way out front. A couple of. Really I don’t what is my gender any moreI have a male body But I have a feminine soul, and desire...Desire of being pretty, sexy and wanted from menI love to be treated as girl Maybe Coues I been raised with 4 sistersAnd I was the youngest They always treated me as I was a girl like themDress me up like a girl and do my hair and call me Barbie girl When I become 6years old I was listening for them talking about their boys friend's and how they love them and cure for them…I envy them for that. “Welcome to Dionysus, Cyrene. Best drink up. You look like you need it.” Cyrene took up the glass and drowned it in a single gulp. Lissy’s perfectly plucked eyebrows rose, but Mark remained tactfully impassive and poured her another shot – the mark of a true bartender. She was grateful to him, even if she was a little disconcerted by the animalistic way he was eyeing her. “So,” she drew out the word for a few moments, collecting her thoughts, “what now?” Lissy tossed her long red locks over her.