M. I was dressed in a super sheer white blouse with no bra my nipples were hard and the dark large brown circles of my nipples showed clearly though t...e fabric. I wore a white mini that barely covered my clean shaven pussy when standing up and would let everything show when I’d bend over! The only other apparel I wore was some high stockings. I wore makeup and as my husband said I looked like a real fuck slut. There were only a handful of guys there when we arrived 3 of whom I recognized from. It was quite an impressive package at that. At least seven inches with a full set of balls, and the fact that it was getting harder with every passing second confirmed that Chantal was indeed the sexiest, fully functioning shemale he’d ever met. “Check please,” as Tony signaled for the waiter to bring the bill as quickly as possible. In the elevator to his hotel room, Chantal was transformed from a sexy and sophisticated woman to a ravenous, insatiable vixen. Undoing the three strategically. He had a fatherly, authoritative quality to him. When she had been plucked from training and given to him as supervisor, he had been kind and understanding. The two had developed a professional friendship and a mutual respect. She was excited to see him again. It felt like she would be returning to her old life. It was a life that she had left so recently, but seemed like it happened long ago and to somebody else. She counted the numbers on the buildings until she came to the one residential. I'm already excited from thinking about our onstage affair and imagining what it would be like if we didn't have to hold back—but I never expected to find out. Now here we are. Alone. Nobody watching.But how far will this really go? I wonder. He's never done this before. Not with me, at least. Is he seriously ready to take our relationship to the next level? I want to ask, but I'm scared to hear the answer. On the other hand, I don't want to push this too far and risk alienating him. I don't.