BDSM Library. Is that a site? Does that mean that this was done as some sort of stupid advertisement? I google’d the term and sure enough there i...t was. It was in fact a site. If I go, I might get a virus. After a while, I just said to myself, ?It’ll just be for the best to simply forget all about it.? A week past by without any incident to speak of. The stranger never replied back to me. Maybe it WAS a dream?a really WEIRD dream. Perhaps it really was an advertisement only. I. In Thailand, the secretary has not yet been sent the way of the dinosaur the way it has in the West, and C-suite men invariably have a personal assistant, either as a corporate employee or as a personal hire. Traffic alone makes the life of a Bangkok executive difficult, such that he needs not only personal services such as errands, but also someone to stand in for him at meetings across town much the way the “Assistant to the President” type ladies used to do here in the USA up through the. He let go of my swollen breast and spread my thighs apart more, sliding his fingers up my skirt to my soaked thong. He pushed my thong aside and started rubbing my throbbing clit. "Damn girl, I did this to you?" He asked with a cocky smile. "Mmm, yeah baby, I want you in me. I want your big fat cock deep in me, stretching my tight wet cunt " I replied with a shallow moan. "You want me? Do you baby?" I shook my head yes "Get on your knees baby, I want you to taste what you do to me." He stood up. I had previously worn lipstick and, being a bit of agoth k**, could apply my own eye liner. I chose a lipstick, eyeliner and mascara and applied them.I saw a glimpse of myself in the full length mirror and with my long hair I looked utterly female. Iwanted to enjoy this as much as I could and knowing their garden was not over looked at all I went tothe back yard to smoke a cigarette. The cool evening air felt good on my body, over my stockingedlegs and up my dress. I enjoyed my cigarette.