I was working away for the week and decided to check in sunday rather than monday to avoid the stresses of monday travel. I stood at the check in desk...waiting for the woman in front of me to be served she turned slightly as I approached. She was in her late twenties. Dark brown hair and piercing green eyes. Her lips were full and plump, her breasts were big and round, definitely fake. Her body appeared toned and her ass was full and round, enhanced by the skin tight black jeans. Her arms were. So? Women dress in men's clothes why can't you dress in women'sclothes? You like to be different don't you? Well dressing like awoman is different! Is it any more humiliating than wearing a Spursshirt?Well now you put it that way... er I am not sure what's worse dressingas a woman or dressing as a Spurs supporter! But he's got me doingboth!I hooked myself into my bra with difficulty before attaching mysuspender belt over my panties and then rolling my stockings up my leg.It was. She lay the tawse across my stomach and knelt down so her face was close to my cock. She stroked round my balls and then up and down my cock till it was so hard it hurt. “I think that’s ready to be spanked now.” she said, pulling the foreskin back to expose the helmet. She stood over me and swung the tawse so it slapped the full length of my erection, then back the other way along the underside of my cock. Then flick, flick she struck the head sending exquisite shock waves down the shaft. I. Dinner was good, and the mood was upbeat. I feared that Mom might be a little subdued and standoffish, but she wasn't. She was practically ebullient. She made jokes, laughed, and Dad and I were right along with her. We had fun together, and it was so much fun that I can't even remember what we had to eat. I do remember that Mom was radiant. My mind kept wandering, though, and several times Mom or Dad had to get my attention to repeat what they had said."Bill. Where on earth is your mind.