Then I met her.She challenged me by giving me assignments each new one a degree more exciting and more humiliation than the previous one. At first it ...was just purchasing panties or panty hose. I can recall the first time as if it was yesterday. Somehow it progressed to buying complete outfits such as this one I wear today. Now I travel with a compete wardrobe of my "girl" clothes. Until now its always been in the privacy of my home or in some cases a hotel room.I am very much aware of the speed. A brief inspection, a kiss and we continued same position, the cat laid between those wonderful breast, I traced my hands down her sides, her shivers began to stir a reaction in me and I thought she had handled what I had dished out so, far very well, also her exposed pussy was looking tantalisingly inviting too:“that whip stays where it is”, her hands curled round the up rights of the Victorian bed knowing that my admiration of her fortitude was going to gain her a first reward. My tongue. She shuddered and tensed up and stifled a cry as best she could but I still heard it, the unmistakable sound of a woman who is in the throes of orgasm. The guy’s head moved away from her breasts and up to give her a kiss to stifle her cries as his hand continued rubbing her pussy. She went limp for a few minutes. When she opened her eyes, he whispered something to her and took her left hand and put it in his lap. She shook her head yes and I watched as he unzipped his pants. He whispered. ”I must admit I went a little heavy on the beverages. Hey, it’s not like I was going to have another chance like this again. I mean, I’m not much of a believer in fate- but sometimes these things that happen- for a reason or by utter coincidence- can’t be hurt if nudged along- if they’re meant to be and all…“Thank you,” she said with a smile as she gazed up directly into my eyes. Her hand touched mine as it took hold of the cup that I was clutching in my grasp, and I swear at the moment we.