He’d had the basics of the slave-owner relationship explained to him, and he knew in theory that every save he played with wanted desperately to ple...ase him, and that all their cries and shrieks of pleasure were utterly genuine. But he still liked to check, and there was no way this response was fake. She was positively desperate to be fucked!Jem could feel his cock rising in his pants, and debated whether to fuck the girl now or not. He may as well, he decided. Then he’d be relaxed, able to. I was becoming more aroused as my own penis: a) pushed against my panties, b) tented my skirt, c) poked a hole in my pantyhose gusset, d) wriggled like a worm.I spat out the man's cock and pleaded with him: "a) please fuck me like a transvestite whore, b) please take my transvestite cherry, c) please fill up my transvestite ass-pussy with your cock, d) please put your wee-wee in my poo-poo chute,"in my most sexiest voice.The man threw me onto the bed causing my skirt to ruck up revealing my: a). "OK, how did it go?" It didn't go well at all, boss. You know me. I'm experienced and reliable with fire. I don't know what went wrong, but the bottle-bomb didn't hit the window and didn't explode. Just after the bottle broke on the sidewalk, some guy ran in the store, probably to call the cops, so we bugged out and came here." I swear we weren't followed, Mr. Boss. I've been a driver for years and I would know," whined the other man."OK. I'll let it go this time, but NO MORE SCREWUPS! DO YOUR. ” “Oh you did it right all right. If I knew you could kiss like that before, I may have let you kiss me back at the restaurant.” “I wanted to, but not knowing if I could even kiss you right, being in front of other people like we have been, and not knowing how you would have reacted, I just held off.” “A kiss on the lips like we usually do at home would have been good enough till I was ready to even give it try, like we just did, which I figured would be the best place to do so, seeing where.