You look like you'reman enough for me, to satiate my incredible appetite for cock. And you'vegot a big, hard, beautiful cock, a cock that I want in my...mouth, in mypussy, and in my ass."But I also know how testosterone laden men like to brag about theirexploits. And I have a reputation to protect. Not just here buteverywhere. Today. In my future tomorrow. So here's the deal:"Your first choice is to get up and walk out of here and never ever fuckme. You go your way. I go my way. We'll never date. I may have to pay for this breach of etiquette later.). "Put some boy clothes on over it." as she rolls her eyes.We went to our favorite greasy spoon where we are familiar with the staff and knew some of the other customers. It felt so erotic being out and sitting there talking with people we knew while I was freshly shaved and wearing slutty sissy clothes underneath my boy clothes. My wife made it even more difficult. She was sitting across from me in the booth. She'd bring her leg up and rub. ” Whenever Jenny has me at a loss for words or answers, I pull out the same trick my ex-wife used. I change the topic altogether and act like the discussion is beneath me. “The pancake was delicious, princess. Thanks. And remember to call if you’re going to be late. Love you.”I jump at the chance to run away, but I can tell Jenny is not pleased. Unfortunately, I don’t have the skill or time to give her what she wants, and I really am late for work. I expected her call, and I got it. And whether. Something had been tickling the back of my brain and I had decided to go out on a limb and talk to Miss Jenkins about a very personal issue. I hoped that she would be able to help me. I caught up with her at break and asked her if she would be able to spare a little time at lunch. She had no plans and agreed to meet with me, so I met her outside the gym. I had picked up a burrito at the snack bar, and she didn't eat lunch. I finished it just as she arrived."Thanks for meeting with me, Miss.