We first met at a pub, with me partially cross dressed (female jeans, cb6000s, light make up, panties that showed when i was sitting, and carrying "ou...r" purse) He was already there and we sat at the table, her beside him and me across. We had a few drinks then headed to pay, them arms around each other and me following with the (my) purse. I am sure the waitresses were wondering as her and i walked in together but they walked out like that and he payed his share of the tab but i had to dig. Telling them to follow me, we got the food transferred, basket by basket, into the cavernous modern kitchen. Another of my mother's projects, I knew this room would impress the girls. Ten minutes it took to move it all, where it was placed on every available surface. They followed the driver back to the door waving bye when he left. A last, longing look and he drove away. Supervising putting everything away took about an hour, by which time they all knew the kitchen and pantries layout by. She finds out being a social worker is not all its cracked up to be. (FF, dom, reluc, mc, intr, spank)Diane had just been hired as a social worker for the city and had been given her first task by her boss Miss Gaines, a large black lady. The task was in the ghetto section of town, but she didn’t care. She needed the money to support her well off lifestyle. She was divorced and making plenty of money, but she spent as much as she made. As she approached the torn-up buildings she found the one. She had been hired as personal secretary for newly-elected James County Sheriff Alex Martin. She was mentally reviewing the outfits hanging in her closet when she felt her husband move against her. His hand slid over her, cupping a breast through the silken material of her nightgown. The minute Rod touched her, tingling warmth began to fill her. Lise’s nipple stiffened in response to her husband’s caress and, once more, pleasant feelings began expanding through her lovely body. She wasn’t.