I was also staying because I was fascinated by these unusual folks and I wanted to learn more about them. With that in mind I casually questioned Sonj... as we made our way back across the pass and up into the foot hills.Sonja did not refuse outright to answer any of my questions but, again, her answers were vague and evasive. When I asked where she was from she told me they hailed from a place called Paradise Valley over in California. Her reply to my question about her and her companion's names. Satisfied I decide to enjoy myself. Your hand has the sudden urge to rub your womanhood as the hem of your gown rides up your legs exposing your pussy. Your fingers expertly begin to tease it until you are good and wet. The sheets are drawn back exposing your body pulled by some invisible hand. The straps of your gown slowly slip off your shoulders and your gown rides down to your waist bunching there. The night's cold air touches your nipples making them hard and firm causing you to shiver.. He thought she was a stripper. She was in fact a waitress. Bobby saw Nancy and Dave arguing, Dave grabbed her hand. Bobby stepped in fast because, "No one touches the girls!" Nancy interceded immediately, explaining to Bobby what the deal was; Dave bought him a drink, the altercation ended peacefully and quickly. Through the next few months, he had talked to Dave on the phone to give Nancy a message or two, or just shoot the shit. He could tell they were into each other."Thanks Bobby, it's not. We have an unspoken agreement; I let him smack my ass every now and then and he doesn't tell everyone I work with that I have a penis.It's not like I can quit. After I transitioned, it became very difficult to find a job. I think the only reason I was even hired there was that Mr. Edwards was an 'admirer' to put it nicely. To put it bluntly, he was a kinky old degenerate that would do anything to explore those areas of sexual misconduct usually frowned upon by even the most degraded S&M.