Sit down for five minutes and I’ll come over when it’s cleared a bit.” I sat down in what must have been the only seat left in the cafe, at a sm...ll sticky table shoved right next to the door of the gents’ toilets. I watched as she moved around the cafe, squeezing to get past the customers at the cramped tables, sometimes brushing up against them by accident with her breasts or arse. I wished she’d squeeze past me like that. Ten minutes later, when only a third of the customers remained, she. She slapped me with a lot of force now. I fell on the bed. And she pinched my cock.”you son of a bitch how dare you slap me” let me show you the hell” I was pleasing her to leave me. She tore my T-shirt and she was dead shock to see me wearing bra. She calmed herself now and asked,”what’s this James open up” I started crying. She took a picture of me in bra and said spill the truth or else I’ll spread this issue as a wild fire.I said” I have a gender disorder I feel.like girl that’s y I’m. The bra was lined with a soft silky material which felt wonderful on my nipples.Ordering me to turn round and face her Ann fitted a pair of black lace-top hold-up stockings on my legs. As she did this, her face was level with my cock which by now was, as you can imagine, massively erect. She blew gently on my purple knob then cupped my balls in her hand and began to massage them. “You have such an exciting cock” she said “it’s a long time since John (her husband) got as hard as this when we had. I even found my tongue when I put a finger inside my mouth. My sweat tasted slightly like salt.I had a torso with a slightly ticklish bellybutton. I did not like the feeling when I poked myself in the stomach. I did like it when I moved my hands upwards and found my breasts. Slowly I started stroking and kneading my breasts. On its own the feeling would have been nice but what I was doing somehow felt forbidden which made my massaging feel fantastic. Especially when I flicked my stiff.