Each sip of wine I took I could feel my drunkness get a little more and Rachel started looking hotter with every sip also. She asked me how come my se...xual preference was to be dressed and fucked like a women. I told her the back story of my high school girlfriend who would finger my ass during sex and it had evolved from that. I asked her how she new she wanted to be a women. She told me ever since she could remember she was attracted to boys and never had feelings for girls.after graduation. I exited and maneuvered my way into a gas station a mile down the road. As I pulled in I noticed a few semi's parked in a lot next door. The light's were out in all the cabs save for one on the far left. The place was sort of creepy, but I'd always had a stocky build that I felt kept most threats at bay. I parked, locked up and headed for the men's room. The bathroom was what one would have expected of a midwestern nowhere-town -- dirty white tiles lit by a single florescent bulb that was. I slide down a bit, planting kisses along your neck, nibbling here and there, teasing your breasts, your always erect nipples, the smooth warm skin of your belly. The first wafting scents of your arousal find their way to me, and I am spurred on to want to taste you. Here, your inhibitions kick in, you squirm, slightly uncomfortable with my attentions there – you block me with your hands. I resolutely press on, whispering to you to relax, let me enjoy you, just let go… My tongue makes the first. He sat back in his chair as I remained bent over his desk waiting for further humiliation knowing that his bitch of a secretary would soon see me in a very unprofessional position. He asked, Do you want Bills job? Yes, I admitted, the conversation of my career strange considering the situation. He will have the most say in his replacement, he continued. So I should offer up my ass? I asked, not even sarcastically like my mind was thinking, but slutty like I already understood that it was the.