‘Oh, go on Danny. Tell me,’ she purred. ‘I won’t tell anyone.’ She winked. Danny was wondering what was going on. What should he say? As ev...er, truth prevailed. ‘I was thinking of what I would do if I was in your room right now.’ ‘Do tell,’ Tilda encouraged him. Now she found herself also getting wet as Danny recounted the scene, how he was kissing and licking her neck and gently biting her shoulder while his hands moved first up and down her back inside the tank top undoing the bra catch.. My cock was semi-hard inside my pants. Somehow we completed entering all her student’s marks online in 2 hours or so and we came out of her staffroom. She locked the staffroom and we walked towards the lift.We were on the tenth floor and I pressed the ground floor button. It went well till then. But the lift didn’t stop on the ground floor, It went to the basement and stopped. We tried every button possible but there was no use. We even tried to open the doors manually and tried pressing the. She layed on her back with her legs open waiting on me. I jumped between her legs and went to put my cock in her. I was surprised the trouble I had getting it in there. Most girls that I have been with at her size normally have a larger pussy. I worked it a little and finally got all my meat into her. The moan she made was a sure sign she was digging it. I went to work on that pussy. I had her 12 different positions in a half hour. Hoitting her dogging was so fucking good. Felt like I was. I just wanted somethingpractical to wear at first.It took about a week for me to recover my mind, will and memories. I wasno longer being given any drugs and after suffering withdrawal symptomsmy body cleansed itself. I went from believing I was a woman married toTom, but knowing I was also called Alec and married to Audrey, toknowing I was a man, who was kidnapped, feminised and kept in a basementroom for the sexual pleasures of a gay man. And I remembered that I wasa crossdresser and I needed.