He reached over, playing with the flower that covered my sex, moving it ever so slightly. His smile grew even bigger as he heard me gasp and I narrowe... my eyes at him."Watch it buddy, or I'll tell mom," I hissed.He laughed. "I dare you," he smirked. He bent and before my disbelieving eyes, smelled the flower he was playing with, his head so close to my body I could feel a silky brush as his hair touched me.Shock had me speechless and he lifted his head and winked before turning to walk. Take it bitch. You my bitch. Tell your Boss what you like. I like big,black cock I screamed at her. You sure do you bitch she yells at me. And, I've got some nice pictures too. I had never had sex in front of anyone before. I was always too shy to do that. I was excited, embarrassed, thrilled, humbled and just didn't care that I was getting fucked by a big black cock in front of a woman. My boss! Whom, I see nearly every day. She's a divorcee in her late 50's, k**s are grown. Probably bored. It was 1981 and I had just got my own place, a nice modern 1 bed flat.Apart from bedsits as a teen this was my first real place of my own.In these pre internet days we had such mediums as contact mags, specialty mags and such and it was though one of these that I got in touch with Colin.....that wasnt his name but the rest of the story is true verbatim. He described himself as being athletic and in his 40s, I was 27 and he was hoping to meet a crossdresser, after an initial letter and some. Ceraden laughed lightly, and replied immediately, “We Maliri are an old-fashioned lot, and us men are the breadwinners, while the Maliri maidens tend the home. It’s a rather provincial tradition, especially compared to you Terrans with your gender-blind meritocracy, so please forgive our rather backward ways.”“How interesting, thank you for telling me about your culture,” Rachel replied with an appreciative smile.That was a rehearsed answer, wasn’t it? Alyssa thought to Rachel, sounding.