By the time she stood up, so was I.That time I turned her around and pushed her up against the wall crushing her breasts into the shower wall. She thr...st her ass back at me opening her legs at the same time. I reached down and slipped my cock into her slippery pussy. That time I knew that I wasn’t fucking my wife. I always wanted a piece of strange and at that moment I had one. I still didn’t know her name, where she came from, or even if she was married. All I really knew was that she was not. I was 18 and I had just come down to London from my hometown in Norfolk after leaving school. A friend of my father's had offered me a job in an office of a financecompany for which he was the Finance Director. However, Wall Street it wasn’t. Like millions of other office rabbits around the world, I shuffled papers, produced figures for reports that never seemed to get sent anywhere, made endless cups of coffee and kept the global economyhumming along nicely. Charles Dickens would have. I crawled in front of the coffee table and knelt back onto mylegs. Kristen?s sneakers were old and scruffy and I knew that they were goingto smell, but this didn?t really bother me, I was used to the scent now andthought of it as a treat. I slowly began unlacing her shoes as the film startedand the three of them directed their attention towards the television. At leastthis way I wouldn?t have their eyes on me during my humiliation, although itwas further degrading that I was serving her while. .... yes I want this even if its only for a few weeks.I knew it was going to be longer, the fabric against my skin was already making me horny.We got to the salon and I remember the owner say this was going to be an easy job asI already looked a bit like a girlMum left to do some shopping and I was left in the capable hands of the girls. They decided on a nice andro pixie cut considering my hair was not that long and went to work.While my hair was done another went to work on my nails though.