My name was Deepak but I was Deepika in my hearts of heart, it kind of turned me on and those dirty boys too called me that. Just pinch my nipples, ca...l me Deepika and there I was on my knees blowing you!So, here I was to spend half of my coaching fees on my boob job. New Delhi was a three hour-journey from Buland-Shahar, my home town. New Delhi, the capital city offered great cosmetic services at fairly low costs. I had enhanced myself from a 32A bra cup, a normal crossdresser thing to a 32D,. I brought my other leg around him and tightened my clasp. ‘This pussy feel good!’ ‘Whose is it?’ I stopped for a moment. When I did he did too. ‘I said whose pussy is this?’ ‘Don’t make me hurt your ass just in case you didn’t know it was mines.’ He said as he pumped me hard with each word. ‘Whose is it?’ he said as he continued to force his dick deeper and harder. ‘Yours! Baby yours!’ I whispered. ‘I can’t hear you.’ ‘I said it’s yours’ ‘What, I still can’t hear you?’ ‘Yours baby!’ ‘It’s your. He just kept going. Annie was also cumming in pleasure. Two of the other came as well as they were playing with their pussies.As Hal pulled out of Annie, Lilly under the table quickly gobbled his soft prick and cleaned off the juices. Kim pushed him to the side so she could eat out his cum from Annie. She came again with the pleasure.Hal carried Annie into the lounge room and they all either sat or laid on the floor. It was now 10pm.Lilly grabbed Kim and they collected some more blankets and. Men have suffered too. We’re not the dominant masters of the universe that some make us out to be. We are people too. Fathers. Brothers. Sons. We’re workers, employers and employees. We’re human beings. We’re not a threat to womankind. We’re the other half of the human species. And we deserve to be treated with dignity and respect. Women have done their share of suffering. None of us can deny that. In the twenty-first century, we should acknowledge that both men and women can contribute.