Exhausted I collapse on the bed, rollover and feel so empty. Tom spoonsup beside me and asks if I'm ok- all I can utter is "ummm". He rolls meon my ba...k and puts my ankles on his shoulders, and penetrates me again.OMG it feels so good, like nothing I have felt before and I am moaningcontinuously as he is pounding away. Soon I sense him tensing up andhe's grunting even more as I feel strange warmth inside my tush.I lay there as he shrivels inside me - I can't believe I just did this,with a host. So tell me, Deborah, what would you like me to do for you?" I... um... I mean... oh this is so hard!" she said, looking down again and fidgeting with her hands.Deborah was nervous, I get it. She wasn't the first girl to be in that awkward, uncertain situation and she wouldn't be the last either. I had walked all my clients through these first faltering steps. She needed someone to take her by the hand and help her as well. I took her drink and set it on the table in front of us. Then I stood. . you know, ‘no means no.’ If you ignore the ‘no’ and go ahead, it’s rape. Period. End of story. Go to jail. Go directly to jail. Do not pass Go. Do not collect two hundred dollars. Or in Westeros, it’s the knife or the black. Those are your choices. Castration or lifelong celibacy along a frozen wall of ice. Mind you, I would take the black myself, just because there’s some hope there. Castration, that’s the end of all hope. At least in terms of sex.”“I’d love to be a Mole’s Town whore or a. Over the next hour or so we spoke in the pub about everything from jobs, hobbies and eventually if we were both single which we both were. He hinted that he would love to have a night with a transgender/sexual but didnt want anyone to find out. I leaned over and whispered into his ear that his secrets safe. We arranged that I would leave first and he would follow around 10 minutes later to avoid suspition although im sure our friends would have noticed.Once we met up we went to his place and.