In any case there must be free and easy access to my ass. On no occasion I shall be allowed to wear a mask or wig, so I must always be afraid to be re...ognized.Indoors I must either be completely nude or dressed in a most humiliating sissy outfit of revealing and ridicule sluttish look. Outdoors I must wear what YOU determine to be appropriate. I must all time wear eye-catching feminine earrings, put on dark red permanent lipstick, and have my finger- and toenails painted in dark red. As. I loved giving pleasure. My fingers worked deftly on her clit and I could feel every muscle in the firm frame that was pressed against me contract and convulse in micro spasms of uncontrollable gratification. She rolled her head and her hips in perfect unison and I could sense she was on the verge of climax. I longed to bury my cock in her hairy cunt but I held her arms tight, restraining her pleasure just an inch, so that she would know that I was in control. Her firm, round buttocks massaged. Please take off your dress and lay on your belly on the table.”It was nothing unusual to be told by the masseur to take off one’s clothes, but in the current circumstances it turned me on, albeit only slightly. I turned my back to Tom and slowly removed the dress; I was not performing a striptease but I gave him a good chance to appreciate my motions. He would soon have the opportunity to appreciate my body in a more physical manner. I laid flat on the table and said:“Could you, please, undo. Average all the way around.Even my girlfriends, not that I had a lot, see me on the street, look at me and get that, "Do I know him?" look in their eye. Then with a slight tilt to their head and a look away, they answer their own question by moving on. Just like they did with me.My name should have been ... Joe ... Average Joe!Not that any of that bothered me. No it didn't and doesn't. Nope. It might sound like I care as you read this, but you are wrong.I'm quite happy and I do have someone now.