Suddenly you hear a hoarse voice.

"You are a sweet gurl, are you looking for a man?" The voice came from very close to you. You flinched in surprise. Sitting next to you on a bench was an elderly (appearing to be about 60 years old), stocky black man, who crouched next to you very quietly and imperceptibly.

"Why do you think I'm looking for a man?" You asked, looking at him with distaste.

"And your mascara around your eyes is a little smeared. And your lipstick is a little smeared on your lips," the black-skinned old man explained, slyly grinning.

You went cold, his words sounded to you like a cruel hello from the real world. A world in which men do not paint their eyes and lips. A world where men don't take black cocks in their mouths, men don't let themselves be fucked...

But you were fucked, you took black cocks in your mouth and you have smeared makeup on your face ... like a whore.

And the black-skinned old man, giggling, added:

"Actually, I've met sissy gurls like you before. So it wasn't hard for me to guess who you are."

You felt a mixture of shame and fear.

"You probably recently arrived from somewhere in our town? Apparently, you had a stormy night? Don't be afraid, I won't do anything bad to you." - the black old man put his hand on your knee.

Of course you were no longer a sissy virgin. But the sensations of the female, which the male began to care for, were quite unexpected and ... exciting for you. The black old man, stroking your knee, continued to say: "You probably like being a sissy gurl? Like it, tell me?"

You shrugged vaguely.

"Come with me, sissy gurl. By the way, what's your name, sweet gurl? Let's go to my place, have some tea, chat. What's your name?"

"My name is Mary" - you answered embarrassed.

"What a beautiful name! What a shy, sissy girl Mary you are. Come on, it's not far." - the hand of the black old man worked more and more actively, he already easily felt you.

You caught the understanding look of an elderly woman passing by. Her gaze was understanding and mocking. She understood what this old black man wanted from you .... From this understanding look inside you, everything seemed to turn upside down, blood rushed to your cheeks.

"I... Me..." you murmured.

And the black old man had already stood up and resolutely pulled you by the hand, saying to you:

"Follow me, don't be naughty"

This scene began to attract the attention of passers-by.