"Rachel, go out and see if you can do some business. If none of those gentlemen want you, tell all of them to leave." Can you boys help us with that? ...I don't want them there when we wheel her out." The cops nodded and followed Rachel."You're not going to wheel me anyplace," Mollie's voice was weak and halting but there was passion behind her statement."Ralph, please return to your station and be ready to turn those gentlemen over," Laura said to him before turning to me."Honey, there's a bottle. Every man is so single minded. Even this one, married, not here for sex, can feel me coming on to him. He knows the sex is coming, perhaps subconsciously, but he knows, and he has no intention of stopping me for he wants it just as badly as I do.I resumed my work as if nothing was different, now employing the use of my knees and elbows to knead out the knots in his rippled back. His skin had the tight waves of finely toned muscles that I was used to from some of my clients. I hadn't seen his. Well I'd always been a cross-dresser,well at least since I was 7 or so. When I was dressed it was the onlytime I really seemed happy.One day soon after my last wife kicked me out (don't blame her she justcouldn't handle the depression anymore); I was wandering the malllooking for a new outfit to make me feel better. Something sexy alwaysimproved my mood. I'd looked in all the standard stores but as usualthey don't carry much in my size, I'm too damn large to be consideredeffeminate in anyone's. O then grabbed my ball sac and forced two pieces of wood around my sac and locked the contraption; the wooden pieces pressed hard against the back of my thighs. O must have gone somewhere to buy a 'humbler'. I then felt O's hand forcefully open my ass cheeks and apply something like Vaseline on and in my anus. I protested with all my might but he just held me down while I bucked as hard as I could to get off the bag. The next thing I knew he had placed the tip of a rubber plug to my ass, and.