Yes I was that sort of woman.My boss did want me, he told me in so many words, and I had that power over him, especially after seeing his wife, why wo...uld a man like him not want to fuck every orifice in my body, we both knew it, and I teased him with it, on the only journey we ever undertook, I masturbated myself knowing he was listening in his room next to mine, I had noted his bed was along the same wall, and even quipped, looks like we are sleeping together with a wall between us.I could. ..well, that guy Alex I lived withback in my twenties...I always wanted to dress him up. I just knew hewould look smashing in a dress!"Gary laughs."Your sordid past, coming out at last! No, you never told me aboutthat. Did you ever get him to do it?" Yes, and he looked just great! Just stunning! Just as good as Ithought he would. But it was a washout. He didn't like it. He wasembarrassed, he said he felt like a fool, he just didn't go for it atall." The poor guy...! He didn't know what. A key being fiddled in a lock. A door opening. A voice, “Hi!!! I’m home.”Oh no!He was paralysed for a moment. No idea what to do. He was wearing his girlfriend’s bra and knickers, wanking in her bedroom. And he was about to be caught. No, wait. He was a girl. A girl, wearing a bra and knickers (great, that’s good - suddenly he felt so glad that his breasts were covered up, contained, made decent). Someone was coming up the stairs. He jumped into the bed, and pulled the covers over his body.Lucy. "From the door, a couple of newcomers entered the room. They made anodd pair, one a tall husky man with brutish, slavic features, and theother a short wild-looking woman with dyed-black hair and a slightframe. The former was dressed in a suit which sat awkwardly on hishulking frame, while the latter was dressed in far too much blackleather and a garish shade of red lipstick that made her look likeshe'd painted her lips with fresh blood."You wanted to see us, boss?" the man asked in low, dense.