Since all my other appointments were for dual purpose clients, they assumed that CC would handle most of the gym side of things, while I handled the s...tudio. It was an idea with some merit, though I was not yet ready to commit to it. For one thing, it was painfully clear that CC would need considerable training herself. Also, her fitness was not at level I demanded of my clients, much less the gym staff. However, through the course of the morning, I did come to know CC much better. To say she. Not all of the time, but on a couple days of the week I like to get dolled-up and go out for a good time. Sometimes I go to gay bars, drag shows and fun places. Other times, I get horny and go to an adult bookstore, where I'm friends with the staff, and many of the resident "queens."The queens are basically gay men who are into being the passive sexual partners of so-called "straight men." In the old days they used to call this "rough trade," or just "trade." Anyhow, we hangout around. If she was hot to have him fuck her before he started doing this, she was positively mad with desire now. He continued to drill his large cock up into her as he rubbed her wet little clitty.Her small breasts rose and fell with her deep breathing and hips were raised in the air to help him get her off. Every time he slid his big cock out of her she whimpered as it made a wet sucking sound. Every time he drove into her she braced herself and groaned softly. He hadn't given her two dozen strokes. His face serious and his frown worried me. “Are you sure about this?” I hugged myself, the feeling of being vulnerable itching inside me. “Yes... I want this.” He sighed and then looked me over again. I squirmed a bit, avoiding his gaze. Even while wearing my favorite dress, I could see he was imagining what was under it. It seemed it was taking him quite an effort to do. As if for the first time, he finally could see me as a woman. “Once we do this, there is no turning back... I.