Carmine panted, his breath hot against the side of Jenny?s neck. Inside her,his penis was wilting. Softening, it became increasingly limp before final...ly easingout of the shemale?s now-gaping asshole to trail the final drops of his oozing semenalong the transsexual?s sperm-glistening cleavage. A few minutes later, as he watched Jenny finish dressing, Carmine handed her thethousand dollars. She?d definitely earned it, he thought. ?When can I see you again??he asked.Tucking the crisp bill into the. Oh yeah real smooth. Moron. She moved front the corner to the seat in the middle. Ah crap I was in for it, she was going to scream at me for being a pervert on this bus of crowded people. My heart began to beat at an insane pace and I could feel the sweat forming on my forehead. “I'm Kaisa.” She smiled sweetly putting her hand forward to shake mine. I was stunned. He finger nails were painted with the same nail varnish as her feet. I shook her hand. “I'm Richard”. The words weakly crept from. “Where do you live?” he asked.“Not my home… your home. My home is much too far away,” she said.This comment caught him completely off guard. “What? I don’t…”“You asked me where you could take me. My home is too far away to go there. So let’s go to your home,” she said, matter of factly.“Listen miss, I don’t want this to sound bad, but I gotta ask. Are you a… um… a 'working girl’?”“A working girl?” she asked.“Yeah, you know, a hooker. A prostitute.” he said. “I’m sorry if I offended you but I. I began to write her and then scrapped what I had written and began again, repeating this every night for a week before I managed to get the words just right. As I finished, I realized that I was exhausted, mentally and emotionally, and for the first time in many, many months, I actually prayed that my efforts were not wasted.My dearest Caitlin,It seems like forever since I have been with you, heard your voice, held you in my arms or even seen you smile. I miss those things, and I miss you,.