The place was mostly full – full of men. Seemed to be men of all sizes and shapes. Some were obviously together, and some were alone – like himsel...f. Club music was playing, but not too loud. Patton walked over to the bar and sat down at an open stool.The bartender was an overweight middle-aged man with a beard, wearing a straw cowboy-ish hat with the sides pinned up and the brim sloped down in the front and back. He was wearing a black t-shirt with white letters which read: “Drink.. She then added, "Timmy keep yourhands at your sides. We have a few more items to discuss." Like what?" I inquired."These are the new contract conditions I mentioned earlier. They arenon-negotiable if you ever want to model for us again. So first up...you will wear FemBoy clothing from now on. All. The. Time. Do youunderstand?" she asked."Yes. But-" No buts. All the time. Everyday. We will send you home today with allthe tops, bottoms, shoes, and underwear you will need." Okay." I agreed. So far. She made her “hmmm” biting her lips together. I stood up and my hands slowly moved to her breast which is covered with the bra and massaged it and slowly I brought my one hand down touching the top of her panties. She was wet down there. I used my many to cover has many part of her body touching and feeling the beautiful shape she has.I turned her back facing me and kissed her breast curve and I forced myself deep in the curve kissing them while my hand reached for her bra strap and unhooked. We agreed to become ''indoor lovers''...Keep it as a secret...between only 3 of us; me, him and God.As we were both hormone-fueled teens,we were so thirsty of sex ..Making love to eachother almost daily after school...He was so passionate and wild like an a****l on heat..I was milking his cock several times a day by using my mouth skills and swallowing his loads..Giving him lipstick blowjobs..ending with a painted penis:)..Over 6-7 months passed since i became his ''mistress''..But i was still.