."Suddenly a thought hit her. 'He's coming out! He's coming out as atransgendered woman and I'm not dealing with this correctly! Come on,Marilyn! Get ...our shit together! That's your son! Support him!'She cleared her throat, then continued, "I mean, well, John, if there'ssomething that you'd like to tell me, then," she sat on a sofa and, byway of invitation, patted the seat beside her, "I'm here for you. I'myour mother and I will support you and your decisions." Mom..." No, please, Johnny, come. As they sat there, again in silence, drinking their beers Stan decided to test the waters, so to speak. Stan inched a bit closer, placing his hand on her thigh. When she did not remove it, he started to move it up and down her thigh slowly, leaning forward to kiss her neck. Hearing her soft moan, he turned her head toward him and lightly kissed her, taking her bottom lip between his, sucking gently on it.To his surprise, she pulled back and then put her arm around his neck, pressing her lips. He owed some money to a bookie so he would pimp me out to black friends for money. He made the most money allowing white guys to watch and shoot their loads all over me while black men fucked me. Since the first night we met, Robert told me I was born to serve black men and I believed him and loved it.When AOL chatrooms were the big thing and I was finally 16, he'd often take me to a gay bar in Cincinnati called "The Dock" which was on the Ohio River. He'd take my clothes away from me and drive. I agree wholeheartedly smiling broadly andof course have an aching, erect, ring-bound cock to prove it. Steve was clearly spent for the moment and despite his andSteph's inviting us to sleep mover that evening we couldn't. We certainly hadn'tanticipated exactly what would transpire, how much enjoyment we would all have,so it hadn't crossed our minds to make arrangements to stay. What we had thoughtwas that we would have a lovely dinner and simply 'expose' ourselves for eachother's pleasure, not.