We both groaned in unison as the big head spread her lips wide and sank deep inside of her. There was a wild look in her green eyes as she settled ont... my cock. Then, with a long groan of pleasure, she began to fuck me, her ass rising and falling while I rocked my hips to meet her thrusts."Suck my titties, daddy! Drink my milk!" You like breastfeeding me, baby?" Yessssssssss! Oh, fuck, yes! I love feeling your lips and teeth and tongue on my nipples!"I began sucking her tits, alternating. She asked me if I let guys wank me, when I was dressed as a girl, if I let other TV’s wank me, if I let anyone wank me. “Yes, yes, yes,” is all I could say!“Mmm,” she replied, “We’ll see!” I noticed the little smile on her face.As she teased and goaded me, I could feel the heat increasing in my swollen balls. I longed for release, ached for relief, begged her to let me cum. I was wanking like a mad tranny, my hand moving at a thousand miles an hour, building to a huge climax. I had reached the. One last desperate attempt to break free from my bonds was halted by the touch of a hand on my thigh, and it was a rough, manly hand.“W-w-who are you?” I whimpered, as the hand traced up my body towards my face. “Sshhhhh” said the stranger, placing a finger across my lips. “You’ll find out all about us soon enough, but any struggling or attempt to scream and you’ll regret it” said the stranger, in a rough manly voice. He told me to nod if I understood, and as I nodded he removed my. The place was overcrowded, the air was filled with smoke, and the music was deafening loud. To tell the truth I didn't like it there. Obviously Betty and Morris didn't like it either. They left even before they finished their first dance.Stephanie didn't enjoy it very much either. She danced a couple dances with me and we went to the kitchen to finish our refreshment that we had left there before the dance. She found a few cups with the same cocktail she left behind but decided it didn't matter.