She rode me like this for a few minutes while I looked up at this goddess of human pleasure, candlelight flickering off the sheen of sweat that by now... soaked us both, her dark hair framing that beautiful face which glowed with pleasure. I knew at that moment that while men might be the stronger of the sexes but women, with that mighty weapon between their thighs would always be the more powerful. At that moment she could have asked me for anything and I would have scoured the earth to give it. Bet you thought I wasn't paying attention."Her smile turned a little dry. Her eyes looked right into mine. "So. Dinner."I folded my arms and said, "Yeah. Just a simple place. Nothing fancy. Quiet. You can wear what you have now. Good Italian food, though. Not crowded, usually. We can have a little ravioli. They make real Italian ravioli over there in their kitchen, hand made." Yeah? Ravioli, huh?"I made a small square with my fingers. "Yeah, you know, little squares of pasta? Fill 'em with. She slowly started to pump her wrist up and down without taking it out and less then a minute later all my deepest muscles started to shake and I came with a limp clitty. An amazing experience.The next day my poor little hole was soooo sore.A few days later I felt better and I booked an appointment with a shemale I found online. She was much older then me, around 48 and sweet but also dominant. I didn’t had my clothes with me to her, so she dressed me up with some of her own stuff.She gave me. ‘Please, take down your shorts and lay down in the couch,’ she directs. She puts on plastic gloves and I feel her start to touch my buttocks, whilst asking me where I feel pain. After a minute or so of touching me there, she asks me to turn over. Now my penis and testicles are exposed. Again, she is touching and asking. I am a little nervous, so everything is still fine. Suddenly, she takes off the gloves and starts to rub some cream onto her hands, telling me, ‘I need more contact with you, to.