"It's like some internet fantasy of what a maid should look like. All fucking silk stockings, low cut blouse and maid's cap." At least I've got my own... name tag," said Iris, tilting the plastic card upward."Poppy," said Ember reading the name. "Did you choose that?" It was better than Tinkerbelle or Honeypot." You're fucking kidding, right?" No." And who's gonna be fooled by a prostitute pretending to be a maid dressed up like a prostitute?" I might get stares from the public, but I never get. Inside of the truck was a burly man that stood about 6’5 and 220 lbs. He slowed the truck down and pulled off to the side to assist the beautiful women. “Hey do you ladies need any help?” the nice farmer asks. The girls were a little frightened by the man's large stature but they thought he looked friendly. “Yes sir, my car seems to be running hot.” Brandy explains. The farmer looks under the hood and fiddles around with a few things. He wipes his brow, scratches his head, and begins to speak.. The thought or even the sight of a transvestite mad him very nervous. That was probably fueled by growing up in the sixties and seventies. There was a great ‘no go area’ when it came to trannies. Society made one think that these types of people were in some way sick and perverts. Stevie had found the odd cross dresser desirable. He felt shame that he could experience this. The feeling did not go away. There were many sites for him to look at transvestites and see them having sex. It started to. ..I feel the smell of your wet soaking pussy... I rub your nipples gently with one of my hands, and the other one is playing with your wet clit, and my lips are stuck on your neck and also my lips are going on their way to your lips...you are crazy now with the pleasure between your legs and on your tits together with the pleasure caused by the sensational pressure of my arms on your body. you hear my whispers saying how much you are beautiful and sexy, how much your body drives me crazy, how.