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Bobbi
Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Shemales, Author: klammer, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster
below. "Good morning," she said in a pleasant, but somewhat sl**py voice. She stood up, and stretched. She wore only a pair of white lace panties. Her body was smooth and tight with just enough of the hint of an allover tan to make her look healthy. The best part of her for me, however, was her bust. Helen's breasts were not huge, but they were big, round, and full. They were the sort of breasts that you see on the girls in a "Playboy" centerfold. They were the sort of breasts that most men go wild over. They were the sort of breasts that I wanted to be able to wear proudly on my own chest. I could not help but stare at them. Helen cocked her head to one side, and said, "Well, I like when people look at my body, and appreciate it. I can see that you like what you are looking at." I blushed, and said, "I like to show off my body too, but for the reason that you found out about last night, I don't think I want to do it here." We giggled like schoolgirls at that. "But that gives me a problem," I said. "I have to pee!" There was a toilet in the cell, but it just sat out in the open against the wall by the sink. There was no privacy at all. "Well," said Helen, "if I stand at the sink to wash while you go, that should help a little." We tried it, and I managed to get my panties down under my slip, and sit down before anyone noticed my little penis. As the pressure in my bladder was relieved, I lost the morning hardon ... that I had. I would be so glad when the doctor removed that useless lump of flesh for good, and I would never have that annoyance again. I reached back between my legs to wipe away the last few drops with some paper, and secretly return my little penis to its tuck. "We all seen cunts like yours before!" said a big black girl who stood naked in front of me as I finished pulling up my panties. "You don't gott'a hide it in here. Now get outt'a my way. I gott'a take a wicked piss!" She sat down, farted loudly, and relieved herself as I washed my hands, and returned to the bunks with Helen. I lifted the hem of my slip to put on my garter-belt, and sat on a bunk to pull on my stockings. Helen was doing the same. "You have great legs," she said. "Thank you," I replied. "I'm a dancer, or at least trying to be. It's a lot of work, but it keeps me in shape." Helen stood to put on her bra taking those wonderful breasts from my view. "I really would like to have you working with me and my other girls," she said. "I know quite a few men who would like to have you in bed. Would you like to be a call-girl?" Without hesitation, I said that I would. "Good," Helen answered. "Wait for me after court, and I'll give you my card. Since this is your first offence, they'll let you go with just a fine, and a lecture from the judge. I have some things to do today, but call me between six and eight tonight, and we'll set something up ...