Unless he hadstuffed a salami down his trunks he was also well endowed.She read his profile. He was fifty-four and divorced. His occupationwas liste... as 'other' which was always interesting and he was lookingfor his first transsexual experience. His preference was to go fordrinks and dinner somewhere public and see how things panned out fromthere. Her fee was guaranteed regardless of whether they consummatedthe evening or not.Tiffany checked her Philippe Patek watch. It was nearly two in. --- "Did somebody do it to you?" --- she said in a quiet voice --- "Did you do it to yourself?" --- her hand traced the wounds absentmindedly.--- "No. I didn't do it to myself. And don't worry. Everything is alright."--- "Lilly. If somebody hurt you, I will kill them." --- she said waking up from looking at Lilly's body --- "I'll gut them. Hell, girl. I promised not to tell anybody, but if somebody raped you I will go to the police. No matter what."--- "Amy. Please." --- said Lilly, kind of. She brought it round behind me and helped me lift myself far enough forthe pot to be slipped under my bottom. Her hand reached round me tomake sure my penis was pointing down behind the splash shield then,satisfied, she walked across to a sink in the corner of the room andwashed her hands."Aunty Geeta is going downstairs for a little while," she told me."I'll be back up to empty your pot and get you ready for bed soon."When she had gone and locked the door I was conscious of the sound. Eventually, Rihanna’s pussy was full and I could begin to really fuck her, varying the pace from extremely fast one second to slow the next, trying not only to bring her to orgasm but to bring myself to one too. Suddenly, her fingers had moved down and past my cock and towards her ass, where she laid them to rest pushing two inside her, once more the moans growing louder.“OH YEAH, FUCK MY PUSSY WHILE I FINGER MY ASS!” she screamed, bringing herself to climax. “FUCK ME HARDER! THAT’S RIGHT, MAKE.