He couldn't will it down. She could do this to him, just because of his addiction to his fetish. She knew it and he knew it, and there was nothing he ...ould do about it, but there was a lot that she could do with it.He waited like a dog in a kennel, finally sitting on the edge of the bed where he had thrown his skirt and blouse, straightening each and admiring the cut and femininity of them. He couldn't remember the last time he wore male clothes. Was it the Christmas party? That was the last. Your cock is hard, ready for me.You lift me off the table and carry me into the bathroom. You set me on the counter and start to kiss me, biting at my neck. I wrap my legs around you, my nails digging into your back.'Mmmmm. Get in the shower!' you groan.I do as you demand and you join me. The hot stream of water cascades over us. You pick me up again and force me against the cold tiles. I wrap my legs tightly around you and your cock positions perfectly, sliding into my wet hole. There is no. Laura smiled. "She is devoted to you, Greg. But I'm afraid she's not thebest of hostesses yet." She swung her legs and prepared to stand. "Do youwant coffee, or a coke?" Coke is fine," I said. I gestured for her to stay. "I can get it --"Laura was already standing before I finished. "No - you relax. I need asecond with her and I'll be right back." She left the room.Well, so far, so good. No dirty looks, no long silences. She - apparently- didn't hate me. I looked around the room and eventually. She was average pretty with blonde hair, but what really caught my attention were her tits. They stretched her Delta Gamma sweater out like nobody’s business!My mates gave me the business as I stared at her and challenged me to go up and talk to her. I didn’t need the encouragement as my hardening penis pointed the way.She sat down at the bar with two friends and ordered fuzzy navels. I sauntered over and said hello. She gave me a big smile and returned the greeting. Her two friends turned.