1. Bobbi


    Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    would become of me? &#034First time you've been busted, honey?&#034 said a voice behind me. I turned to see a woman in her late twenties looking at me. She was about my height with long honey-blonde hair, and was dressed very fashionably in an understated sexy way. &#034It's all right,&#034 she said. &#034It happens to all of us from time to time. What name do you go by?&#034 I dried my eyes with a tissue. At least she was someone to talk to. &#034Bobbi,&#034 I said. &#034That's a pretty name,&#034 she said. &#034My name is Helen. You ought to get some sl**p. You look like you could use it. They'll have us up at six for breakfast, and you won't get much rest with all the noise in here all night as it is.&#034 I shook my head. &#034I don't think I could sl**p here,&#034 I said. Helen shrugged. &#034Suit yourself,&#034 she said, &#034but I'm going to get some sl**p. How about at least unzipping my dress for me?&#034 I looked at her quizzically, and asked, &#034You're going to get undressed?&#034 &#034Well,&#034 she replied, &#034I don't want to get this dress wrinkled, so we just sl**p in our underwear. That is... as long as you're wearing some underwear.&#034 She laughed at that, and I even laughed a little too. She did not seem to be bothered much that she was in jail for prostitution, but then, she did not look like a prostitute. The ones I knew were either the street hookers with their flashy clothes and slutty ways, or the girls of &#034The Gilded G****&#034 who only ...
    differed in the plumbing of their biological gender. Helen did not look like either of those types. She looked very sexy, but with class. She looked like an executive's wife on her way to a party at the company president's house. &#034Well?&#034 Helen said turning her back to me, and holding up her hair to give me access to the zipper at the back of her dress. &#034I'm wearing underwear. Could you do my zipper?&#034 I tugged down the tab to open the back of her dress, and said, &#034You don't dress or act like the others here. Are we all in for the same thing?&#034 Helen looked pleased as she removed her dress exposing her satin and lace, white lingerie, and the voluptuous body that it encased. &#034Thank you,&#034 she said. &#034No... we're all just whores in here. I just don't work the street. I'm a call- girl.&#034 Helen hung her dress on a hook near the bunk she had picked for herself. &#034Need any help?&#034 she asked. &#034With what?&#034 I replied. &#034Well,&#034 Helen said, &#034you were nice enough to help me with my dress, so I thought I'd return the favor. You might also need some help into that top bunk. You wouldn't want to fall.&#034 I resigned myself to the fact that, like it or not, I was going to have to sl**p here tonight. I turned my back to allow Helen to unzip my dress. As she did it, she ran her hand down my back in a caress that sent shivers down my spine. Her hands then spread the back of my dress, and in so doing, caressed my shoulders continuing down my ...
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