Arlen Cobb is my boss. B. Arlen Cobb is a partner and I am his personal assistant. It had never been my ambition to be a personal assistant, but I was.... We had house payments. Ray made a good living, but not quite enough for the house by the lake we wanted. Not if we wanted things like furniture, electricity and food. I may be spoiled, but I wanted those things. I'm very flirty. I'll admit that right up front. It's part of my nature, and it sometimes has gotten me into some predicaments. Being. "I can vouch for them both" chimed Joe Mitchell. "I work with thislittle thing and his sissy friend's wife works at the same office. Thetwo sissies really are who they say they are and it would probably be agood idea for them to get some ID that matches their new styles andnicknames."The woman at registration smugly handed John the competition packet andtold him he was to pin the number to the back of his blouse. Shedismissed them with a hint of disgust and turned to the others in thebooth. What to do?I thought back to my experience with Jack's sister Patrice a couple of days past. I had utterly cowed the older girl and had forced her to give me my first blow job. I felt a few pangs of remorse for taking advantage of her, but her superior attitude and general snottiness toward me and all of Jack's friends had pissed me off quite a bit.I didn't have the same feelings about these three girls. I had picked them up at random from seeing them in a record store, and I had taken control. I took your advice and phoned a male escort to accompany me to dinner. It was a wonderful dinner and I don’t feel so lonely now, I am back home and feeling much better. “What am I doing now? Thought you would never ask. I am looking at myself at the two big, facing mirrors in our bedroom. I am stark naked and I can see my big ass cheeks. I can also see my male escort’s hand cupping my ass cheeks. “And I am sitting on his huge cock as he glides my wet cunt up and down it with his hands. His cock.