I was really starting to sweat. My nerves were starting to take over. I didn’t want to leave Amsterdam without doing this. This was my fantasy and I... was going to do it. Come hell or high water. I finally saw a Shemale in the window that I found attractive. She was just beautiful. I walked into her house. “Hello, my name is Danielle, how are you tonight?” “I’m well, thank you. My name is Ian. I’m a bit nervous. I’ve never done anything like this before.” Danielle was a beautiful girl. She was. " "What? Not that moon-thing of yours. If you want me to take it seriously, you gotta tell me what's got you so hung up about me and the moon." "No! It's not going to happen. It hasn't happened, yet. I won't let it affect your thoughts!" "Okay, then. It's not "affecting my thoughts": I'm going to the party, whether you say so or not." "I've done my best to raise you to be a real man!" "Yeah, yeah. ' You going into one of your speeches? You're goina miss the party, if you do." "Alex, you Are a. This was a man who if he’d appeared in a period drama, would be more likely to play Joseph Merrick or Richard Harrow. Now the thought was in her mind, Jane didn’t know how to dismiss it especially as the two of them were staring at empty cups in a now mostly empty Starbucks with the streets outside lit only by car headlights and eco-friendly street lamps. ‘I know a nice little pub just round the corner,’ said Charlie, who must have sensed that Jane’s thoughts were elsewhere. ‘It’s usually. God I love her. Her devotion is just staggering. However, to this day, if I pick up the cane, she starts quivering. This weekend is not to be about pain though, only torment. You see, when she brings herself to orgasm without any contact, it is usually just a small orgasm and never satisfies her. It only leaves her wanting. (She also suffers that ?problem? when giving me a blowjob. With only the top half of my dick in her mouth, and her hand rapped around its lower half she cums.