‘Here,’ she said, reaching inside her bag, ‘put these on’. She handed me her yoga pants and sports bra. ‘What?’ I asked nervously. ‘Come...on, as if I couldn’t tell. Fully shaved body, no pubic hairs, big smooth ass, remnants of nail polish on your toe nails, I know you’re a little tranny slut’ she said teasingly, squeezing her breasts together and putting one finger in her mouth. ‘Eh, well I, yeah sometimes I like to dress as a woman’ I muttered, even more embarrassed now, covering my tiny cock. " I put my hand on his shoulder. "You're worse than butt sweat."I pushed him down to his weak knees with a smile. "As a matter of fact, Steve," I looked around grinning, "Smell mine!" I roughly grabbed him by his short hairs jamming his face into the crack of my butt. His arms flailed wildly."Smell it!" I exclaimed.I felt a slight suction, then another. His arms stopped flailing as he resigned himself to being my butt boy, literally."You like it too much! Freak." I said pushing his face away.I. “Yes, it is.” She dabbed at her eyes. Unknown to Rayner, the brothel owner was upset for different reasons other than the plight of the poor girls.“What do you want us to do about it?”“Not you, Axel. It’s Rayner who can help. Go talk with that woman with the little children. She is the representative of the refugees that came with you. During her stay here she did not seem like a woman to condone whoring. Have her talk with the female refugees prostituting themselves. I am sure that prudish. And Stacey kept nursing on it. She kept sucking, working out any last drops of cum. I shuddered. I stared down at her and then realized I was holding her so tight she couldn't slide off of my cock. I released her pigtails and she slid her mouth off.“Oh, my gosh, Chloe, that was so amazing,” spilled from her lips. Drool and some of my cum gleamed on her chin. “You just pumped all that yummy jizz into my mouth. I kept swallowing and swallowing, and there was just more and more. It made my pussy.