"ARGH!" I yelped in pain."Did I say you could stop?!" She yelled at me, "Keep begging!"I continued to kiss her boot and beg for mercy, when every few ...seconds...*THWACK!* She'd whip me. No matter how much I yelped in agony from the sharp stinging pain everytime she hit me, she wouldn't let up, she kept me kissing her boot and begging her while she carried on whipping me, that lasted for about 10 minutes."Enough." She ordered, "Look up at your mistress."I looked up to her, my face expressing the. She went on to say that she was always attracted to me and the she never had the balls to come and talk to me. then one day last week she sat and saw me flipping through some emails when i got one fro a Tranny dating site that i get telling me there are girls in my area willing to meet me. YEAH RIGHT! she said from that point on she knew she could come to me.Still confused she said she had another confession. before i could ask her she blurted out that she was a transsexual. before i could. But today it was raining cats and dogs. After throwing up she stood up, arched backwards, rain poured down her front, hair was soaked, water ran down her ample breasts, pubic hair, super hot picture. When I brought her water and mouthwash I also brought a bar of soap and shampoo, she laughed, thought what a great idea. She lathered up, gave herself an outside shower, I washed her back. Said she just wanted to lie on the grass, feel the rain hit her body and soak up the moment. Man, she looked. Chuchi hai.. itna bada bada do tarbhuj …. kaise khaun …. ab roj chodta huin tumh …… tumhe maa banaunga… mere bachho ki maa… rakhel hai tu meri …. .biwi hai tu meri… kya kulhe rakhi hai tu …. gaand marunga tere… …. lund khorni …. chodni…..chut marani …. ”Who bhi josh me aake bolne lagi- “ chod sale …. thikse chod ….jorse …… kha mere chuchi……fad de mere chut …. ghusa andar lund …. maar mere gaand …. chod…. chod….. chod….. jhad de tere garam lund ka pani mere gili gili chut main …”Dono pasina.