“Ok,” I said, “I’ll have just one more.” She smiled seductively and spun around, the dress billowing out and showing most of her thighs. ...Now I was convinced that was deliberate. She was trying to turn me on. She had already turned me on. When she returned she leaned over to hand me my drink. I noticed that another button was open on the top of her dress, and I took a good look at the delicious cleavage she was offering me. “What the hell,” I thought, “she’s deliberately trying. “After you…”, I said, “but you have to do what your told”, I continued.She entered the room, my last words echoed in her mind. She started to think of her actions at this stage. Sarah was going into a room with a virtual stranger, she was excited by it all but also a bit wary. To top it off, she was being told what to do. Her breathing became slightly irregular as she thought of what would happen inside. Suddenly she became even more excited.“Stop…”, I said.She actually stopped exactly where I. We entered into his office, he locked the door and started to undress me. With my pants and briefs around my ankles he started giving my a up to now, unforgettable blow job. But George wanted more and at that moment I was ready to give him everything he wanted. We moved to a sofa and undressed completely. Taking again my penis in his eager mouth, he started laying back and taking my hand brought it to his boner. Without further explanation, I knew what I was supposed to do and started wanking. My nervousity increased. Then Karl appeared. He was friendly, but he seemed to be a little bit shy. He was 57 years old, as I found out later. Karl was a very short person with grey hair. He was a little bit stocky, but not “fat”. And he was a little bit feminine. But he was not a “fag” or something like that, he looked like a normal guy, but with a little feminine bevahiour and attitude. It was not repulsive, it was a “natural” femininity. He took his clothes off and I noticed that he had a.