He opened a box and through me some leather gear. "Strip and put that on". While I took off my own clothes and dressed in the black leather waistcoat,... collar and wrist and ankle cuffs and a pair of black cowboy boots. Phil and Rob got similarly dressed in leather chaps and harnesses, Peaked caps and motorcycle boots. Phil also wore a leather biker jacket. I was chained to the cross with my back to it. Phil then told Rob to suck him hard. I watched chained up as Rob sucked on Phil's cock. My own. His breast were bold andbeautiful in his eyes helping him to feel every part the woman he foundhimself longingly lusting to be. For a moment he thought of what it wouldbe like if the man who said he was delicious fondled them, what pleasureswould he feel if he did.He minced about the room enjoying the clicking of his heels, embracinghis new style and loving it. He moved in a lady like fashion, making sureto swing his hips, to let the feminine powers of his look fully embracehim. He wanted his. Entering the open plan office area we passed five or six people, no one paying any attention other than a casual glance as she walked around and surveyed their work. Finishing my coffee, we then got in the lift and proceeded up to the third floor which consisted of a large open plan area with several small cellular offices. The partitioning walls were solid plastered but full high glass faced the open plan area. The glass was etched and obscured except the top of each glass panel which was. ....MOMMY PLAYING WITH HIS BIG FAT COCK AND THOSE NICE YOUNG BALLS.....FUCKING THIS MASSIVE FUCK TOOL IN MY HAND.....JUST WATCH SON, WATCH MOMMY JACKING YOU OFF."Mike looked down at me as I worked over his dick. I had lowered myself down so that my mouth hovered just a few inches above his mighty flagpole."YOU WANT MOMMY TO SUCK IT DARLING....DO YOU WANT MOMMY TO GIVE YOU A NICE WET BLOWJOB?"He only nodded his approval, but I wanted to hear him say it."TELL ME SON...TELL MOMMY WHAT YOU WANT HER.