I reluctantly put the slacks I'd chosen back on the hanger, and took out an old black skirt that was a bit too short for my liking nowadays, but I was...sure it would please Ian and Martin though. But Doug might have something to say about it. From my undies drawer I took out a black lace bra and panty set that I'd worn in the past, when out with a boyfriend or two. I then chose a plain dark red blouse. With it all on and looking at myself in the mirror, I definitely looked a little tarty, but I. There was something different about Madhan.When he walked slowly towards me, I had a butterfly feel inside my stomach. I am skipping the talks between us. He took my hand, kissed the back of the hand. He continued kissing and sucking through to the shoulder. When his lips were nibbling the elbow area, I had goose-pimples on my body.He then turned me around pushed me to the see-through mirror. He pushed me with my boobs pressing on the see-through mirror. He pushed the hair which was covering. Don't you?" Yes, sometimes," Emily agreed uncertain. "But I'm a woman. I'm supposedto like them. It's normal for me." Not all women like wearing them though, do they? And although todaysociety says that only women in our culture are supposed to wear themdoesn't mean that only women can like them. There have been times menwore high heels, lace, and other things. I just happen to like wearingdresses. I don't go out, I don't wear make-up, and I don't have aninterest in being with a man."Emily sat. "Lets get this kid inside Jane before he collapses, eh?" Be nice," Jane said censoriously, then turned back to me as the men arranged their equipment. "Hi, Jonas. How are you?" Um... I'm fine," I replied hesitantly. "What's the - um, when you said we were going to -" Going to fuck? Oh, you're eager!" she said with a giggle that made my heart sing and my cock throb. "Where can we go? Somewhere private?"I thought for a moment. "There's a bathroom at the end of the corridor," I said. "It'll.