She was probably a gymnast, he judged, because of her combination of shapeliness, strength and grace. She was wearing a silk flowered low-necked top.... It was made of a thin material with a pattern of bright flowers designed to catch the eye, and the ends of it were tied together in a bow between her breasts, pulling them together. There was lots of skin showing, warm, tempting skin the color of light coffee. And the feet! She wore white stockings under her jeans, and brilliant black high. ' Of course I was quite humiliated and embarrassed not to mention uncomfortable with the feeling of the sticky cum all over my leg!Later that night she told me how much she had enjoyed doing that to me; knowing that there was little I could do to stop it and how she was in full control of my body. Knowing that was true, it secretly made me even more humiliated. She said she wanted to do it again sometime (the idea of which somehow still excited me) and made me promise I would never try to stop. . then get a dog.If you want someone who is content to get on your bed just to warm your feet and whom you can push off if he snores... then get a dog!If you want someone who never criticizes what you do, doesn't care if you are pretty or ugly, fat or thin, young or old, who acts as if every word you say is especially worthy of listening to, and loves you unconditionally, perpetually... ... then get a dog.BUT, on the other hand, if you want someone who will never come when you call, ignores you. " I hesitated. I don't believe I ever actually admitted this to Janice directly. But after all that we'd been through ... and of course I didn't want to go all the way back to wearing just men's clothing...I gulped, and told the truth. "Yes," I admitted. "I do enjoy dressing up as a woman. I ... I ... I enjoy it very much."Janice gave me a kiss on the cheek. "I thought so. Now, let's play a game. Do you want to play a game?" What kind of game?" No! No questions. Just answer me yes or no. Do you.