‘CASSIE…REE!!’ Reema picked up her cup, turning it to read the neat, cursive lettering. ‘Ah, you don’t even know how good it is to have your...name spelled right.’ Cassie chuckled. ‘Uh, you seem surprised.’ ‘When you have a name that sounds a bit ethnic, even ordering a coffee can become a spelling bee,’ Reema sighed. Going through life with a name like Reema, she was used to strangers messing up the spelling, pronunciation, and sometimes even the gender! She recalled some of the ‘creative’. Your struggle begins anew asyour realize he means to fuck you. “No please do!” youbeg. “Please get the lube. Please!”All you hear is a soft chuckle before he whispers inyour ear “I love hearing you beg and plead. It makes itso delightful to know that after the pain you will bethrusting your ass backwards like a bitch in heat,moaning and groaning.”The sound of the leather belt being undone and his pantsdropping fills the silence of the room. You shudder. Was the woman in the habit of just inviting strange men into her bed? Hell, she had him just two nights ago and tonight she was soliciting an unknown biker. Anger flew through Ty’s veins. He pushed the bike forward and popped down the kick stand. He would damn well tell her what he thought of such foolishness. Marti had barely gotten into her apartment before the giggles started. It had been a really long day at the office, facing each employee who had betrayed her. But as soon as she had seen. Fred had magazine of cross dressers having sex for what ever reason the sight of a guy dressed in just bra and panties being fucked made my cock hard as hell. Mitzi then said you must like what you see you cock is hard. Fred then said you are going to dress the same way and you are going to be fucked by both of us. Mitzi went to my mothers dresser and pulled out a matching bra and pantie set both satin red in color. Fred instructed me to strip and put the panties on first the feel of the satin.