He imagined how he would look with hishair done. He could picture a Pixie cut and with his make-up and clotheshe was going to look as close to a real ...oman as he could. He might notpass, but he wouldn't be far off. Yes, these two seemed to be enjoyinghis humiliation, but he was enjoying the process for his own reasons.His resistance to the humiliations of Kelly was as high as ever. But hisgeneral threshold for femininity had virtually vanished. He wondered ashe almost dozed to a dream-state how. She drank her cold coffee and looked around the cluttered office. I should go home. It’s too late to be here. Too late to be surrounded by all these dead people and their dead things. It wasn’t that she didn’t love the job, bigger museums had offered her jobs with better money and more prestige, but she always turned them down. She stayed because she wanted to be with the collection. But on nights like this, alone, in the dark, it was too easy to think of the building as her own tomb. She felt. Her hand moved to finish herself off, but when she heard the words, "Do you want this job?", she realised that self-climax was not allowed. She stood before him and slipped off the already released blouse and bra, before unzipping her skirt and stepping out of it. He looked at her full breasts and wondered what it would be like to suck on those nipples? As her thumbs moved to the elastic waistband of her panties, he told her to leave them and return to the bed.Backs of hands "accidentally". Words weren't going to help so i just held her for a long time eventually i looked down and saw her beautiful firm breast's her dressing gown had parted and her tits were exposed my cock rose up and poked out of my gown i was to far gone to care about covering it now. I then felt Bess's right hand drop from my shoulder and circle my throbbing cock im moaned with pleasure as she started to stroke my hard hot cock. I lifted her head and kissed her i then stood and raised her with as i kissed her.