Would you like to come back to my room with me and help me?” Ohh. The penny had dropped. I nodded, my grip on his hands tightening. “Are you sure?...�� he asked, his eyes darkening, his expression slightly grim. “I... I don't know if I could control myself with you. I might not be gentle, Daniel.” “My body is yours,” I told him, surprised at how confident my voice sounded. “Do what you want to me.” He gave me a look I couldn't quite figure out before he grabbed me by the arm, my jeans barely done. You were ready for this and took my firm forearm to guide me. The other hand had not let up on your clitty which was getting bigger and therefore much easier to pleasure. Your hips opened further and after a little more searching I got closer to your spot, which I judged by the warm wet flesh inside and your groans and sighs, which I was watching intently and enjoying immensely. Then I found that place and circled it. "Please don't stop," you breathed. I toyed and pressed your pleasure spot as. The gambling had ceased when he went to go to work for Tony Leonardo butMike's obsession with transvestism had not. He still had all of hisfeminine paraphernalia and dressed as often as he could. He kept hisbody trim and completely hairless and his nails were kept a littlelonger than most men, but they were very well manicured. He couldtransform from his male persona into his female persona in about anhour.When dressed he would sit around and read ladies fashion magazines orjust watch. I nipped at her earlobe and kissed, sucked, nipped my way down her neck to the hollow of her throat. She sat up a little to help me take off her camisole. My lips paid homage to her shoulders and breasts. She tugged at my tee shirt. I slipped it off. Our bare skin felt like heated silk as I scratched her back with my finger pads. I forgot I had half gloves on until she told me they felt funny. When I started to take them off, she said it was a good funny so I left them on. I laid her on her.