Thanks for keeping my secret. I owe you one.”“You don’t, really. Forget about it.”She got up and said, “Thanks,” and walked around the dec...k to the driveway and to her car.I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised that she had seen me. She must have been really nervous about it to come to my house unannounced. I put it out of my mind, but not until I wondered if there were other girls I knew who worked there. Had any of the others seen me? I figured they wouldn’t say where they’d seen me without. After his service,he moved to the UK for work and met some interesting people on variouswebsites during his time here. Making the kind of connections he knewwould come in handy.Reggie had a very devious mind. He didn't see himself as gay but more asan Alpha male who loved the idea of owning and using a submissive sissy.He spent time collecting many items, gags, dildos, chains, plugs and manyother things but hadn't found the right sissy. He'd also spent a lot oftime reading stories and visiting. We go to the bar and sit down when I notice she is wearing thigh high stocking which I love. We sit and talk for about 20 minutes and she excuses herself to the bathroom. Which later I found out it was to call her husband and let him know she found a guy. She returns and I casually slide my hand up and down her thigh. She said lets get out of here and head to her place. When we arrive her husband is sitting in the recliner watching tv. I thought it was kind of odd how he really didnt say much. " she said quietly. "Mix me a little oil?" I asked. So she did, while I waited, sitting on the edge, and then she came back and stood again in front of me - her back to me. I put a small amount on my fingers and gently rubbed her neck at the back and sides. I moved my hands forward and down and undid her tunic as far as I could reach. Pat finished the job and shrugged it off her shoulders. She had no bra on and her beautifully formed, small, firm breasts stood proud, her nipples erect, their.