She was a married woman being played with by another man. But that reality, rather than stopping her dead in her tracks with guilt, simply electrified...her nerve endings with sexual stimulant.She had gone over to the dark desires. Now she wanted this bad boy for her own. She craved the lust and orgasms that only he could give her, and relished the feeling of excitement that her own betrayal to her husband was now offering her. She was a very bad girl, and that’s exactly what she wanted to be. I do admit that I kind of liked allthe clothes and stuff. I'm thinking I may have been a crossdresser butdidn't know it and just wish I could have been born this way so I couldhave enjoyed girlhood. I always liked to watch my sister and her friendsplay dress-up and have tea parties."I thanked her for her honest response and asked her if I could be backthe next day with my final response, that I still was undecided."No, wait," she said, "tomorrow is Saturday so you can give it your. .uh.." A flat little moan for each full penetration. "I've got four more today and..." I SAID...shut the snurf up Skanky!"He rolls his eyes. "Fine, fine. Uh..uh..unh... Just hurry up Randy, would ya. Uh..uh..uh.." He plants his elbows on the table and rests his chin on his hands, staring at the shuttered window in a most disinterested way as his body is if forced forward and back. The table legs creak and slide with each impact.Skanky Snurf, village whore. It was bad enough that doing his ass. If you wouldn't mind, that is. It's such a devil of an effort to move an inch some days. Sorry not to be doing my duty as a host!"Veronica murmured that she was delighted to help and did as requested. The old financier opted for a gin and tonic and Veronica for a mineral water. She was not a great imbiber, and despite her necessary conviviality, she never indulged in the way so many of her male (and female) colleagues were wont to do.She sat down again, sipping occasionally and waited for him.