Oh I was enjoying this so much. I have never felt this good before, my eyes drifted closed. Pure bliss resonating in me. Suddenly that was all shatter...ed by a stinging pain from my sex. I looked down, confused and irritated at the interruption of my bliss. “What was that for?” “It’s my pussy to do with as I please,” he said with a big dopey grin. “Now if you don’t want that to happen again, then watch me as I shave your pussy.” He went back to massaging the cream into every spot of my pussy,. It’s intoxicating.Marc presses the tip of his dick slowly against Angela’s tight, pink asshole until it gives way and he can slide his head in. He watches himself doing this in an almost vacant fashion. Just when his jaw starts to slacken he regains his composure and rams his small dick into her asshole hard.Angela moans in pain and starts writhing weakly, trying to stop him, but having no strength to do so. Marc pushes his cock in until his groin it resting against Angela’s ass, and his stares. I was a little confused;apparently it meant that we had to earn enough money in order to get outwithout having to pay ourselves - this was the secret that Jane wouldn'ttell me earlier.Inside there were other transvestites and transsexuals as well as men,mostly business men; there were also little private booths, with doorsand curtained windows. It didn't take long for a couple of the men tospot me and Jane and while his friend led Jane away to one of the privaterooms, this guy Pete walked me. A soft motorcycle leather I earned with blood and sweat building theater sets. It was a cool Spring evening. Or technically night. Several of the insomniac university students were there. One I knew from an English class. Didn’t recognize anyone else. At first, I was hesitant to join. I wasn’t sure how many were drinking. There were about twelve students and the adult. I climbed the wheelchair ramp. Most of them were smoking and sober, talking about people I didn’t know. I wouldn’t have had.