He wasa FTM crossdresser that wanted to learn the trade. I was very happythat I had taken him on as he added a unique slant on our business.That night...I felt the need for some total enclosure for myself. I hadGwen come up to tuck me in for the night. Showered, and oiled up withvib in place I donned my rubber catsuit, gloves, and hood with a nicepenis gag to suck on. I slid into the latex bondage sack, placed myarms into inner sleeves and shivered with pleasure. I just couldn'twait to be snugged. ”“Oh ... who is her date?” Doris asked the very same question I had.“Stewart Thatcher. I’ll let her tell you all about how they met,” Halle said.Stewart was my costar in The Royal Palm and was scheduled to play James Bond in our upcoming movie. I’d seen the two of them do several preproduction-hype interviews. I wondered if this was like Halle and me walking in together or if there was more to it. Then I had another thought. That kind of ‘are they, aren’t they?’ gossip might be exactly what. She was tan, her nails painted red, and she walked like a woman who knew she attracted men’s attention, and she liked it. I think every straight man in there (and at least half the gay men) in the store turned to look at her. I had been waiting at a table nearby, and was pleased when she sat nearby. She chose well, and since we were only a table or so away from each other I had an unobstructed view of her. I’d told her what I would wear, so she knew who I was. This was part of our game, all. Diabelle pinched the boy's nose shut in addition to the hand already over his mouth. How he struggled in vain against her strong hold! Another lady continued playing with his nipples."Better cum quick!" the young woman yelled, and giggled. She sipped wine with one hand, holding hard the hair of the boy working his tongue between her legs. She actually looked quite young, but was evidently as cruel as the older ones. Surrounded by a whole entourage of younger ladies. None looking too kind.Soon.