As far as anyone knew my name was Carl, a very mild, milk toast man, never outspoken, and a very good worker. Tonight my name is Carolyn, a very sexy,... always ready to party, sexily dressed, transvestite. My measurements, which I worked hard to maintain were pretty good: red hair, green eyes, five feet five inches tall, one hundred and twenty-two pounds, C cup boobs, which were store bought, very petite and dainty, and the biggest slut around. When I walked into the bar, I saw that getting there. She tried to stop thinking altogether and just be thankful for the fact that she didn't have to face this alone. Jules leaned her head down and kissed the top of Leah's head. It was at this point she came to the conclusion that the problem was that tomorrow wasn't only about going back to DC and dealing with the threat - it also meant facing Leah in the cold light of day and sorting out everything that had happened tonight. It shouldn't be that big of a deal, should it? Jules felt like they had. I've since heard of sexual blackout, but that was something I had never heard of at the time. Perhaps that is what I experienced. I don't know how long they fucked my ass with the dildo or what else they were doing. Maybe they were still sucking my dick, maybe not, all I remember is lying back with my eyes closed and being completely taken over by the intensely pleasurable sensations I was receiving as the dildo stroked in and out of my asshole massaging my prostate. My right hand fingers were. He dropped down on the bed and began to lift her tee shirt up, kissing each portion of flesh revealed with a gentleness that further inflamed her desire. He seemed intent on teasing her as long as possible and it was infuriating! One muscular thigh pinned her leg down to prevent her moving too much whilst his hand found her breasts and began to stroke them.She moaned with frustration and Rob forced himself not to smile. "Is there something you want, babe?" he asked innocently."Damn you!" she.