I promise.”He hesitated for a long moment, I thought he was going to flee my insanity but his eyes relaxed then he pulled the open shirt off his wid...e shoulders and dropped it to the floor. As he picked up the dress I had another flash “Stop, not yet!” I pulled open my underwear drawer and pulled out a black lacy bra. “This first.”Again he stopped cold and stared at me the muttered “You ever tell anybody about this I’ll fuck you up forever.”To my unbounded delight he took the bra and slipped it. Then she shocked him, asking if he was willing to be interviewedanonymously for an article about transgenderism for the newspaper.He said he wasn't sure about it, and she said he could read itbefore it was published and if he didn't want it published then itwouldn't be. He agreed, wondering what he was getting into. Back at work when he told Delores about having lunch with Mrs.Carstairs, she was delighted. When he told her about the offer ofan interview she said he should do it. She said. Pulling in under the portico, the driver glided to a stop at the main entrance where a uniformed doorman moved quickly to the car. "Welcome to the Castle, madam" he said, assisting me out of the car. Guiding me to the massive oak front door he said, "Ms. Marianne, our manager, will be waiting for you at the front desk, Ms. Goodman."Entering the sumptuous lobby area, I was met by a stunning flame-haired woman about my own age. Smiling warmly, she said "Good evening and welcome, Alex." Noticing. Electric, orgasmic tingles made her shudder as she continued to ride him through her release. It wasn’t over yet. She wouldn’t stop until he finished.Leon was grunting in her ear as his hips shifted into her again. She squeaked as his head stroked a spot that set her senses of fire. He always took longer to release; It made him seem very dominant in her mind. A man who would make his woman positively useless to the point where he was almost in complete control before he came. She just had to.