As I looked at my sexual place in the mirrored doors, I saw how my inner lips, once hidden inside my tiny slit, were now puckered and showing. And wet... I was wetter than when I first started. I knew it was because of feeling my upper portion and what hid beneath my fingers there that scared me. Then it hit me what it was. It was my clit. Something I had never felt before, but remember my best friend telling me about. I wondered if I could see mine. I had to find out.Slowly, I let my finger. I had to clean up the pussey juices running down my leg. When l returned to the table a older man of about 55 asked me to dance and this was a one song token dance. Then the night started and l had more token dances. I thought maybe my criteria was too strong and l was comparring these guys to Doug. T%hen it happened. A Jamaican man of about 30 came over with a drink. I declined politely and said l am so sorry but l can only get drinks from bartenders. If he was interested in getting. . maybe I was on my back with my ankles over your shoulders... stroking in and out or slowly grinding your dick around inside while I gripped down on it... oh sorry, this is Bunnie and I'm a transgender slut, if you didn't know... it's nice to have you read about my experiences as I hope they help set your thoughts free.... back to the story... most of the time you'd end up shooting your hot sperm into me... or you'd decide it was just a ride and thank me, and leave to give your deposit to. He notices me staring at his bulge; hints of a thick, soft dick and big balls under those tight boxer-briefs."What!?" He says, sounding half annoyed and half amused. "N-nothing," I stammer in reply, as my eyes drop to the floor. "Was thinking about taking a shower." I quickly turn, go into the bathroom, get naked and turn the water on. I use some shower gel as lube and start to slowly run my hands over my cock. I've left the door partly open, sort of hoping he would see. After a few minutes,.