"We trust you," Emilie whispered."You shouldn't," I whispered back. "Not with the way you're looking tonight." I heard a few little sighs and giggles ...from all of them and a four-way squeeze that just about collapsed my lungs. After they released me most of the way we were shown to our table, my queens on my arms and my princesses close in attendance. On the way I even complimented Rachael on how she looked. She said thanks and gave me one of those don't-I-know-it kinds of smirks. It wasn't as. I did take her out to lunch one time and gave her a hug in the parking lot as we left, she told me later that if I had made a pass at her she would have let me taken her home and fuck her right then!Our descent into our secret affair started innocently enough with her sending me pictures of her scars from her recent surgery, tiny little scars above her pretty little behind. She then started asking me about a conference that I was attending and stating that she wanted to go too, as it was a. I tried all of them on, enjoying the pleasure of the silk and lace. This went on for several years. I loved dressing up, and looking at myself in the mirror. Eventually, I would go into some of her make-up and perfume too. All this time I still was attracted to girls, though. I did end up dating a few, and after high school, when I was about 18, I had a long relationship with a girl who would introduce me to a new love: sex toys. We played around with vibrators and dildos a lot, and we. I am hoping that you willbecome a total girly-girl," she added.When we were both dressed, we finally could leave for work. I used tojust throw on a pair of pants and a shirt to go to work. Now, it was along involved process.At work, everyone was surprised by my appearance. Most of the women werevery complimentary. The men gave me a few wolf whistles, but having Ms.Johnson as my boss gave me protection. Working in 6 inch heels wouldtake some time to get used to,Wednesday was to be a.