I dived beside the bed for cover hoping that the person hadn’t heard the sick thump of my head against the wooden floor. I covered my mouth to keep ...me from making a noise and listened to the person leave and close my door. Who was it? I thought. My plan of surprising them went back on track when I heard that same person go downstairs. I grabbed my towel and stripped off my suit, my slacks, and my leather shoes and black dress socks. Yes, I’m now an executive man who’s working for a company in. She readily agreed to both statements. A quick look at the clock…it was 8:15 now. Dance ends at 930, to make it home in good time (dance is about 10 minuts from her home, this motel about 20), I knew we needed to leave by 920. I had about an hour left. I told her the one thing we need to do now to make her a woman is to do the one thing that married folks do…put my thing in her thing and both finish. I did not want to use crase words like cunt, cock, fuck, and cum. My little Isabelle looked at. Hiding the closed appliance of the uneasy chastity belt, the corset and thebrassier that have been locked by My Mistress, strengthening my safety as wellmy body, for the amount of swelling on my thighs, hips and nipples, fortifiedby my undies and the new look of my face, with the fixed make-up and coiffureShe made for me. My soft and feminised steps, the affectation which whom i moveand sit, is due to the ardour of my bum, for i must confess that my Mistressused to be angry, for She always had. He'll wake up tofind himself buried in my throat some mornings and deep in my snatch onothers. I'll try to surprise him. The perfect man would be tall, muscular, and have a wonderfully bigcock. He should be able to control himself so that he's not pushing forsex at the wrong times but I want him to be able to become erect andfuck me at the drop of a hat. He needs to have fantastic stamina and beable to pound my pussy for hours when possible and be able to cum threeor four times a night, anyway..