He said he would meet me out at the abandoned factory unit around 11pm,if that was ok? He would bring some ropes with him and 'pretend' toabduct me, t...e me up, gag me and place me in the back of his waiting van.He promised it was all just a little fantasy thing for him and of coursehe would let me go after early the next morning.He was paying a handsome sum for my time, way above my normal hourly rateand I thought agreed, as for just 24 hours work, I would not need to workfor at least another. After just a few reps on camera, we moved to the locker room and messedaround at the lockers before walking to the showers.Like I said, we'd been there for a week now so we didn't really get asecond look we showered with the guys, although I was sure the audiencewould.You see, Jessie is what he terms a "Cockpit Cowboy." Because he has hadthe surgery to change is private parts to female but is living as amale. Although that also applies to me, I guess I like the term "CoochieBoi," instead.While. My wife was a complete slut. Strangers were fucking her, and she willingly let them. The black kid was on fire, now slamming into Jill pushing her mouth deeper over the cock in her mouth with every powerful stroke of his athletic hips.I could do nothing but stand back and watch as my cock began to get harder and harder as every grunt and moan escaped my slutty wife’s mouth from around the thick cock currently occupying it. The scene in front of me again aroused some deep primal trigger to see. ”“I understand.”Al was now on his second marriage. He and Lawanda divorced after she went through his browsing history and found loads of tranny porn. She put him out immediately.Al leaned in for another hug. “You smell good, sweetheart!”“Thanks,” sniffled Brittney.“You know I was just jealous of Dionte’.”“What?”“I didn’t know how to say it, but I wanted you to myself.”“But…”“I know it’s strange, but I did. Hell, I still do.”“You can’t be serious, Uncle Al.”“Well, I am!”“I just found out my.