I could see a trans lady near the bar. Maybe in her 20s. long straight dark hair. Maybe a wig. Nice face, pink lipstick, eye lash extensions. Her hair...covering both sides of her face. She could hide behind that hair if she needed to. She wore a sleavless black dress, tights and black high heels. She had long pink nails.She had breasts. Breasts you would notice. The dress was close enough to see the shape. She was very pretty. I was about to check out more people across the room when I noticed. My sister Toni was the "Tomboy" of the group and she did everything a boy could do only a lot better in most cases. Of course, she didn't have a pecker much to the disgust of her best friend Gloria who was an admitted nymphomaniac and had raped me with blackmail to keep my relationship with Princess unspoken. I didn't like Gloria but I humped her with enthusiasm hoping my cock was making her uncomfortable with long deep strokes. She was one of those "modern" women who believed in complete. Then the stinging began to turn into real pain as he continued to pick up speed. The dark rest area resounded with the sound of his hard slaps to my reddening bottom. I could see people leaving the rest room area looking around to see what was happening as they returned to their cars. The pain began to be unbearable as his spanking began to concentrate on the area just over my asshole. It really hurt now. I tried to rise up to ease the pain, but his other hand pushed down on my neck to hold me. .”“Great!” Jake said, enthusiastically taking it from her and opening it up, not even wondering where she might get a canteen.“How did you get loose?” she asked him, looking down at his feet.“Oh. Well, I just took off my boot.” He shrugged and grinned, looking sheepish.Béla just looked at him, shock and disbelief slowly appearing on her face. Then she collapsed against him and cried. She didn’t stop crying for almost an hour. Jake figured she must have had a hell of a night and held her quietly.