I sank my finger as deep in his ass as I could and held it there, following the motion of his body with my hand. I could feel him tense up, then felt ...is sphincter clamp down hard on my finger, as he shoved his cock into my throat and come erupted from the end of it. I could feel the pulsations of his orgasm on my finger in his ass, as he pumped come down my throat. Then he pulled out and sprayed the last of his come on my face and chest. I took it willingly, offering no resistance.He roughly. We stayed that way for a while andthen I felt his hand just stray onto my leg. Ohh, what do I do now? Howdo I feel about this? His hand didn't move back and I snuck a sneaky peekat him. I really liked him I decided, he was good looking and kind andmore than anything, he knows I am transgender.I have had some bad experiences when guys hit on me not knowing who Ireally am. When they find out, of course it's my fault, and some take itpersonally. It's never got to real violence, but I've had to. He knew to stand there with his hands by his side. “Tell me why you are going to be spanked Peter.” “I crashed the car Jackie.” I turned slightly to my right, brought my hand back, which Peter could see me doing, and knew he must not move whilst I delivered a hard smack to the side of his leg. He gasped. “I’m sorry Jackie. I mean I took the car even though you told me not to.” I lifted my hand again, and gave him another smack. That brought a second gasp. “That’s better.” He. He stood and pulled off his shirt, his chest big and hairy, manly and defined. When he began to undo his belt and pants, my heart nervously raced. He let them fall to the floor and my eyes widened at the sight. “No wonder way he is so confident!” I thought to myself. His cock was huge, thick and girthy. It looked heavy just hanging there and I could not take my eyes off of it. Stepping out of his pants and moving towards me, I could fell myself harden as I watched his cock swing from side to.