My head began to swim. Everywhere were beautiful, sexy women in tight short dresses. It was difficult to believe that they were not born girls. I saw ...a few other, “Regular” guys also. Must also be Shemale lovers I guessed. Once inside, I could actually feel my cock stir in my pants. So much perfume, so many scantly clad “Lady’s.” My lust boiled over.Then I saw her. Petite, Asian and beautiful. A gurl of my dreams, I thought. Nervous, but driven. I approached her and was shocked at how feminine. Atkinson do? Her performance in the office just, had rankedher along with Ingrid in Latimer's mind.Latimer responded, "I think you should choose your words most carefullyHawkins. Mrs Atkinson is going to be a very valuable client to McIntyre,the sale of her business will bring our merchant banking arm a verysubstantial commission and your little temper tantrum just then may wellhave been overheard. Discretion is not one of your virtues. As for thepersonal insult you just threw at me, I seem to. Slipping her fingers from her honey pot, I held out my glass as she coated the rim with her sweet tasting nectar. I took a sip as she watched while slipping her fingers back in her honey pot.We went back to watching the show before us. The couple were now fucking in reverse cowgirl style. She bounced on her stud, arching her back. With breasts pushing upward, nipples begging to be sucked. We saw she was screaming that she was cuming.Julie and I were about to cum with them when the girl let slip. She felt warm, wet lips against her neck, and a suspiciously hard object against her backside. She stiffened, preparing to fight off the rapist. Suddenly the hands stopped and she whirled around. She almost screamed when she realized she was staring face to face with Michael Daughton, professor of art history. What stopped her scream was the look of desire, mixed with the look of… it couldn’t be. No, he couldn’t be feeling ashamed at what he had done, could he? She stared in bewilderment as he.