.. This is -" - mud, I know. Why do you keep asking me to make it then?" It's my prerogative, I'm your boss. Now be a good girl and make me a fresh cu...p, yeah?"She didn't reply to that, and I knew she was already hard at it. I had hand-picked her from among the bureau staff because she was one of the few who had finally survived the ordeal, a real good shot, and very keen on voicing her personal opinions, which could be easily discerned from the fact that I could see her through the glass pane,. "If I ever get this on, I might be stuck and never get it off!" I mumbled to myself.Running to the mirror, I was very pleased at how the tapered bodice stopped an inch above my jeans and complemented my tiny girly tits.The effect was pretty enough that I pulled out her makeup and my theatrical skills. I used a lightener around my eyes for a more youthful appearance, whitish powder on my forehead and jaw line, a gentle pinkish blush on my cheeks, and an eyebrow pencil on my eyelashes for a touch. As wepulled up in front of one of them my anxiety climbed. I got out of thecar and my wife stopped me with a hand on my elbow. She went into herhandbag and took out an aerosol dispenser to spray me all over withperfume. The scent wasn't unpleasant but she used slightly too much.Just enough, I understood, to add one more bimbo identifier. Therewere other cars parked along the curb, so I gathered we were the last,or among the last to arrive. Sure enough, there were guests all aroundthe. With a coy smile on her face she said, 'I need to take a shower, won't you join me." And with that she opened her robe and let it drop to the floor. I could no longer hide my attraction. My sleeping erection came back to life immediately. My heart was racing and words were not finding their way out of my mouth. She led me by the hand down the hall to her bedroom and the master bathroom in there. Once inside she turned around and let me take her all in. She turned the shower on and.