But, I sent a picture of my ass, my real ass. I was posing to push my ass out to show that that's where I wanted their dicks into. Just with that pict...re, they knew I wasn't a shemale. They started to call me a faggot and a sissy. It was quite insulting at first. It was quite homophobic. But, I managed to speak with them on the phone. I told them by emails that I wanted to explain myself over the phone. It's easy to insult people by writing. But, as I spoke with them, they were more open minded. I grabbed her arm and marched her towards the cottage, "Come on you randy little trollop, let's get you home." Lena hurried alongside me, giggling and chattering excitedly, all the while my mind was fixed on thoughts of her across my knees and her big irresistable arse at my tender mercy.By the time we arrived at the cottage, we were almost jogging, such was our desire and lust. Once safely inside, Lena began to act up as if she needed to give me an excuse to spank her. As I took off my coat. I wanted to answer some questions first, though. ‘Nicole, can you hear me?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Imagine yourself back in that hallway with closed doors. When I ask you a question, you’ll open the door and tell me the truth when you answer. Do you understand?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘When was the last time you had sex?’ ‘Five years ago. I met a guy at a conference and took him back to my room.’ ‘That’s a long time. Do you like sex?’ ‘Very much.’ She squirmed into the couch a little bit. ‘I’m not sure I want to talk about. .." I interrupted and said "I have one more minute." Fortunately, I remembered that my best friend had told me about his automatic turn on, hot air and moaning in his ear. I moved in closer and pressed my body against his. With my left leg resting upon his thigh, I leaned towards his ear kissed, sucked, exhaled, and moaned. There was no denying his black cock was instantly hard against my leg. I repeated the process and felt him grow larger and larger. "Mmmmm... wow... it's so big..." I said to.