I hesitated for a moment, and twang of nerves hit me as I considered my options. “Are you sure this is OK? I could try and find somewhere else to sl...*p.” I humbly uttered, wishing that she would beckon me in whole heartedly. “Look, we can’t have you sl**ping in the corridor – come on in and stop messing about”. That was my cue. She was so confident and could handle herself so well, I just couldn’t refuse. Yanking my bag a passed her in the doorway and she shut the door. I turned round to survey. Let's try rough for now."I leaned in and kissed her softly on the mouth. After a minute of various types of lip compression, she opened her mouth and invited my tongue in for a drink.We swapped saliva like two high school kids frolicking in the backseat of the old man's Ford. Then with Sheila panting for breath, I went to work on her, stroking her arms, uttering sweet nothings that seemed to take her to some distant place in her mind.Sheila's nipples hardened. My fingers left her arms and moved. “Just stand there and let people look at us? And we’ll be naked?” Skye asked.“Yes, that’s not a problem for you is it SB? Or you BP?”“No.” We both said, then I continued, “Not at all. In fact I’m looking forward to it. Will there be lots of men there Sir John?”“You really do like showing your cute little body don’t you BP?“Yes sir.” I replied.After a shower Skye and I went up onto the deck to wait for Sir John. As we were waiting we watched a big car drive up and stop at the back of the. On his way back to the house he shared with two friends, Marlon decided to make a quick drive past Club Twenty-Two. It was the local hip-hop gay bar. He knew there would be a smattering of T-girls and fembois that were looking to get laid. The nightspot was close to letting out so he wasted no time getting there.Once he turned at the corner of 22nd Street and West Abernathy Road, he drove slowly. There they were – trannies of all races, shapes, and sizes. He spotted a couple of them that had.