The long established firm of Criterion Printers Ltd., employed me, Ken Blake, as an odd-job man or 'maintenance man' as they liked to term my function... I put up shelves, repair tables, install computer benches, repair locks and any of a thousand-and-one other jobs that help to keep the works running smoothly. Normally, but not on that day, I work the usual 8 a.m.5 p.m. hours but if my hammering and sawing would disturb others, I work evenings or nights and take days off instead. Originally. Hands, male and female, roamed overmy body, and I was almost thankful that my hands were tied where theycould defend my pussy-wig. If anyone should try to enter it with a fingerand discover that it was just a disguise for my male sex... I shuddered'to think!But we passed every prodding inspection. No one ever guessed that I wasactually the wealthy and powerful Larry VanLow and not just a nakedwoman-slave. At last the passers-by thinned out. We entered a quiet woodswith lightly-travelled paths. It felt amazing. John started rocking his hips in rhythm, and shortly after Jessica squealed “I’m cummmminnng!” She didn’t need to say it because he could feel her pussy contracting on him- squeezing his cock so tightly. He mustn’t cum, he thought to himself. “This girl is amazing and she deserves more orgasms before I spray my load”. Jessica’s eyes were rolling back in her head. But she didn’t seem to be finished. She looked like she was just getting into her stride. She hopped off his rock. I later learned some dividers had been removed for this occasion. Since we entered from the side door, we faced the side of a wide staircase that descended to the street entrance. The room was high-ceilinged with a full sized door, partially open, under the stairs. We boys nervously stood in the middle of the floor as the residents took up seats on chairs placed in a semicircle in along one wall, hiding the huge fireplace from us. We boys eyed each other with anxiety, hostility, fear, and.