I didn't have long to wait. The cop, who went by the street handle of DC, soon pulled into the parking lot of a nondescript looking lounge and hustled...me inside to meet my new apparent boss, Mike.My boss gave me a quick look over and grunted a sound of approval. "Better than your usual street scrapings, DC. Is she clean and non-using?" DC nodded, but they gave my arms a quick inspection anyway. The boss grunted again and reaching below the bar counter he pulled out a small wad of clothing and. That means driving to work and back in female clothes. What would you do if you had to produce your driver's licence if you had a bump? And when we go shopping for clothes and lingerie, you need to pay for things with a credit card or cheque -you can't keep going to cash machines for cash.''What should I do?''Change your name legally. You can send your driving licence back and they'll give you a replacement. You just have to fill in the form on the back first and get a photo taken at a machine. “Let me go,” I repeated. “I want to fuck you.” “No,” was his firmer reply. “I want your cock inside me,” I demanded. “And you shall have it,” he grinned. “But we’re in no hurry here.” Tiny bit by tiny bit, once again, he let me lower myself on top of him. “Concentrate on the penetration,” he whispered. “Feel how good it feels to be all filled up.” “I don’t want to concentrate,” I wailed, petulant. “I want to fuck!” His cock slid through the ring of resistance. “You see how great that feels?” he. They were both Riley! Riley and his twin brother, more like. They were almost identical except that the other boy's hair was a little longer, covering his ears and almost his eyes. "Felix, you know the rules. You have to last until they do." Elliot looked at me and winked. "Have fun." He hadn't even reached to the bleachers before he snapped. Riley was the first to move. He came over to me, and put both hands on my shoulders. For a moment, I thought he was going to go for another kiss but.