She tells me that she is a twenty year old college student. She enjoys working here part-time because she can cross-dress freely. She works full Satur...ays and from six to mid-night on Wednesdays. Asa finishes with my back down to my waist. She rubs my back with a hot towel to wipe off the oil. She takes out a pillow under the bench for me to rest my head. She pulls up the big towel covering my lower body to cover my back. Now, my lower body is fully exposed. She pours warm oil on my buttocks…. Gleaning, just a tinge of white - about five droplets. One of them rolled off the curved plastic and dropped in to the bowl. A sense of missed opportunity came over me and without another breath I hit the floor on all fours, face close to the seat, mouth dropped open. As I stared at the remaining drops I felt my tongue extend. "This is gross, right? I shouldn't be doing this.."I thought, as my tongue gently touched the cold plastic and started to move upwards. And then the taste changed. The. Mrs Wilkinson changed all that !It was 11 am on a lovely sunny Saturday morning, in the summer of 1979. I walked along the street to my friends Steves house bouncing the football I was carrying as I strolled. I was not prepared for what was going to happen that weekend.I arrived at his house and knocked on the door. His Mam answered."Is Steve in?" I asked. "Oh hello Steven. No sorry he's away for the weekend with his Dad I'm afraid" "Oh Ok Bye". To my surprise she said "No don't go, I'm glad. I was almost ready to call it a day when my phone buzzed. It was Sacha."Sorry, in shower. Ready now. Flat 9 x" she texts.Once again my heart was racing with excitement and anticipation. I pressed the buzzer and say hello. There was a loud click and the door opens. There was no lift, so I climbed up the 3 flights of stairs to her door. I gently clapped on the door and within 10 seconds it opens.Sacha is standing in a pink fluffy dressing gown and says "Ola sexy".I reply with the same. She has a.