I hesitate but do as Im instructed. Her eyes still indicate nothing to me as she pushes my head back and secures it with a strap. Before I even have t...ime to react I feel her push my hands into cuffs attached to the bed, effectively securing me."What... What is this... Let me go!" Is all I can muster as I struggle against the chair. She still shows no emotion as she ties a blindfold around my eyes."Anata wa watashi no ima wakai otokodesu" she says in a harsh tone.I'm scared now as I struggle. So the question everyone is asking, what happened after I took this photo, I went online to hunt for men looking for a fuck, is my answer. The trick was I went to an internet cafe and sat down between a respectable looking business man and a boy with thick glasses, so you can imagine my difficulty in seeking horny men. As it was raining I had a black raincoat over what I was wearing in the photo. I wanted to touch myself as I was really looking for action and I knew I was so fucking wet, thank. I’d take men to bed and keep my shirt on so that they couldn’t see my lack of breasts. It would work a time or two, but men love breasts. They’d rather get a hand job and play with a woman’s tits than bang her without the tits. No matter what I did, they’d be trying to pull my top off. God, you should seen the looks of horror on their faces when they saw my chest for the very first time. They’d run off so fast that they’d leave with their trousers bunched around their feet. It was pathetic.“I. “It’s just me” I said. “Oh…… why are you wearing Sammy’s wig?” I didn’t realise he could see. We normally tell each other everything, except for out most intimate thoughts, but I guess that’s out the bag too. I slowly walked in, shamed, to show him. He looked at me in astonishment. “I didn’t realise you liked dressing up.”“You obviously like it too”. On his screen was, in fact, shemale pornography. On top of which, I could still clearly see his penis, and saw he was getting an erection. I.