Know I'm a feminine male (the male term I use very loosely:) I really don't have to hide the fact and as before my recent visit certainly validates th...t. I showed up wearing cute capris with a very pretty lacy bra and cute panties underneath, topped off with a somewhat feminine blouse that did not really conceal my bra if you looked. After checking in with the receptionist I took a seat and waited to be called back to the Dr. My hair is only down to my shoulders and I still haven't done much. The other man would watch, knowing what was to come!Not my thing I admit, but the thought always gave me an erection, she knew that too!My "Thing" was being dressed in skimpy underwear, stockings and suspenders, high heels and panties, maybe a slip and some lipstick!She had made me up before, not everything but enough to make me feel ridiculously humiliated, and she filmed me too, charging me for the privilege as well, it did rather finish the trip off nicely, as when I got home later I would. It’s only just started.”“So, what’s occurring?”“Well, it would seem that the Moroccan driver on his knees is about to give that swarthy Italian fellow what I believe is termed a ‘blow job’. Pull up a chair, why don’t you?” She nudged the office door closed with one foot. “I’ve got a better idea. Why don’t I sit on your lap – facing towards you – and you could watch them two drivers over my shoulder? And I’ll sit on your cock!” He was still nervously fondling his erection beneath his dressing. My choices werelimited here so I pulled out one of the frozen dinners and heated it up. It tasted like cardboard, and I wanted to stop eating it, but I decidedit was best to finish it and turn in. I had to get up earlier tomorrow,so that I could get mentally ready for my interview with Tony. The next morning came, and I took my shower and ate my breakfast. Icombed my hair, but now as I pulled of my robe came the tricky part. Howin the hell do I get my bra and hosiery on. I decided to try the.