I was confessing my life toher, how I first started wearing women's clothing at a young age insecret. She was comforting; she was quite the take char...e woman. Beforethe night was up, she had me back at my place, modeling my stash ofladies clothes for her. That's when before she left; she made it clearthat from that night on. I could no longer call her Irene, that I mustaddress her with respect and call her Mistress, and she would help meexperience how to express the woman within me. That's. Pull it open the rest of the way. Let me see your tits. And lift your skirt ... at least let me see what I'm missing." Nina obliged, knowing that the view of her body was turning Gretchen on, and that Gretchen loved the look of her bare pussy framed by her stockings.As Nina stood exposing herself, and Gretchen was in the act of removing her sneakers and shorts, the other client entered the changing room. Gretchen watched to see if Nina would react to her presence, and smiled to herself when. I am such a loser, I don't know what to say, and I don't know if you will ever be able to forgive me. Please please please don't tell mom and dad, or I will kill myself. I'd do anything you want"."Really?" Absolutely" Well, there is actually something you could do." I got closer to him, and whispered in his ear: "Since I saw you masturbating with my pictures, I can't think of anything else. I dream about your cock all day long. I wanna touch it, I wanna grab it, stroke it, suck it. I want you. "Nope, he said, "But I'm readyto head for the stairwell!" I think I'll be right behind you!" I agreed. But just then a maintenanceguy in overalls showed up with an armload of charred electrical stuff andyelled, "It's okay everyone! Just a burnt light fixture!" Everyoneshrugged and calmly headed off, as if this sort of thing happened everyday. And perhaps it did. It is a rather old building.So, I took the elevator to the parking garage, hopped into my car andheaded out into Toronto rush-hour.