Rick and Randy were just as trapped in our relationship as I, since if they exposed me as a transsexual, they would expose themselves as trannie lover...s, little better than faggots in their jock world. The more time they spent with me, the more closely associated they became with me, the greater their investment in preserving my secret. Randy and Rick, I decided, could fuck me whenever they wanted. The more, the better, I decided. I set my alarm for 6:45 and got a couple of hours of desperately. "As if to punish me for my shortcomings, Frank bounced her pretty ass on my belly a few times making my tormented cock begin to leak pre-cum inside my running togs. After that inauspicious beginning, Frank had me run short sprints up an inclined area and allowed me to walk back each time. After about a dozen such little lung-busters, I was ready to quit, but was too ashamed to admit my discomfort in front of such a tempting piece of ass.Before we ended that exercise, Frank told me to get down. I doubted that either could mount an operation as quickly as it would have taken to make a successful snatch. With the Swamp's gun thugs riding shotgun, they were going to need a minimum of a two to one advantage in order to be successful. That would be a planning and logistical nightmare to set up in two or three days.I pretty much forgot about 'The Girls' for the time being. A lone fanatic attack was the most likely, considering that time was on the side of the protectors. Arnold seldom left. " I took off my shorts and let Mike finger me as I stroked him more. My pussy was wet and his fingers exploring me felt good. "Have you been with a woman before Mike?" "Well no this is a first for me. But you are helping, you smell so good." I felt we were making progress as Mike seemed to be a little more relaxed. "This is not working, my dad is going to kill me." Mike said getting agitated again. "I have an idea." I said and had Mike move to the floor so if this worked he would not.