Even though she had seen him around the office a bunch of times she didn't even know his name. Cal or Carl or something like that. Cal or Carl was a g...od dancer. He was young also. Probably twenty five or so and attractive in a way most women wouldn't even notice. His face was clean shaven and blemish free. She had always thought that he was gay but the way he smiled at her while he gyrated around the dance floor made her suspect that he did like women. Do I have a choice tonight? She wondered. She made him put on the stockings and then the little high-heel boots.She sat him down in front of the makeup table and positioned the wigfrom the dresser on top of his head. It was a blond bob cut wig."Cute!" Said Sarah as she started to pull out some makeup from thedrawers. Sarah spent the next five minutes putting heavy makeup ontoDanni."There! Now some earrings and a necklace and then we're just aboutready."Danni looked in the mirror and his heart skipped a beat. He had onheavy makeup. The guy was dumbfounded and kept standing at aisle. “Kigo? Mai dekhoni konodin? Dhore dekho besh norom”(haven’t you seen tits before? you can touch them, they’re soft) I said with a smile. The guy, shakily, sat down beside me and with both hands started pressing my boobs. I took off my kamees too, he was awestruck. Suddenly with an unknown ferocity, he started fingering me!He was crude but at that moment anything would’ve worked. I was utterly enjoying this. He suddenly stopped and said “Bara. I clenched the fringes of my little cheerleader skirt and moaned helplessly, as I eased inch after inch of Uncle Frank’s hulking phallus into my cunt. I took as much of him as I could remember this was no college boy’s dick buried deep inside me. My own erection was now raging and I felt myself instinctively beginning to ride his staff and pick up the pace, my Uncle grunting in response. Soon I was riding him hard and I thumped down repeatedly on his massive pud.He gripped my hips and thrust me.