So it was in college you dated a lot." "I sure did, honey. I had a lot of lonely Saturday nights to make up for. *AND* I was a cheerleader -- I had a ...responsibility to my public." I was trying to keep the conversation light and fun. In fact, I had been a little on the wild side in college. I had dated a lot of the jocks, sometimes two or three at a time, nothing kinky, but often one on each night of the weekend. I settled down in grad school and met Phil there, but college had been fun -- no. "Finally, it's 4 o' clock" is what I said when I made sure nobody was looking in my direction. With my desk so close to the ladies room, it was easy to pull a purse, wig, and pair of heels out of my desk drawer and slip into a ladies' room stall. In my briefcase I had a dress folded up as neatly as one would in a suitcase and slipped into it, my breast forms and a wonderbra. Where a banker went in, a female client came out. Not the prettiest of women, but a passable one nevertheless. With a big. One day in the after noon he gave me a call and asked me if he can drop in for some time as he is free .I told him he is welcome any time. Within 25 mts I got a knock on my office door.When I open the door he was there. I do not know why I felt exited but I know I am exited to have him in my office. May be I was attracted to his young and handsome charm. We had some cool drink which I kept in a fridge and then had a casual talk about nothing. Our conversation turned to movies and I asked him. " Please don't!" he pleaded."This is just for me, faggot," I promised. "Now smile."Defeated, he smiled weakly, and I snapped a second picture, a tradition I have continued to this day, a faggot's first facial. I complimented, "You look very good with my cum all over your face."He looked down, ashamed at what he had just did. I pointed to the floor, "You missed some."As anticipated, the cum-craving faggot, leaned down and scooped my cum with his finger and put it in his mouth. I smiled, "You.