.what thehell! I found her clit it was hot and hard and brought her to a squealingclimax. I continued to lick and must have done so for a couple of ho...rs,finally satiated she pushed me away."Well done sissy, you have partially redeemed yourself."She looked around the room and another wicked grin formed. The place wasa mess, cans and wrappers all over the place!"Get this place cleaned up sissy, it's a mess then come to the garage. Mytime is growing short and I have plans for you."I looked at the. I picked her up at 7 am. She never has to be at work before 9:30, so she is complaining about being up at this ungodly hour. She figures something is up when we exit her apartment, and my security is waiting for us. As is my habit, I refuse to answer her questions, sighting that it is a surprise.She gets excited when she realizes we are heading to the airport but is confused because our convoy drives right onto the tar mat. Her eyes bug out as she gets out of the car.“You own a Concorde?”“Don’t. So tell me, when did you start dressing up in women'sclothing?" I started when I was very young." Please tell me about it, all of it so that I can understand better."Not knowing what else to do I looked over at Grace as she nodded andpermitted me to tell him everything. And I did. I told him how I'vebeen dressing all my life, how my mom knew and helped me when I wasyoung, and it was something I never outgrew. I explained how I triedseveral times but it was always something I needed deep down. " I'm close," she said. The air was thick with her scent. Her breathing was heavy and Mrs. Marsh moaned and gasped while she bucked her hips, faster and wilder. Then her body suddenly arched and she remained still for several moments until she gasped loudly and slumped. I knew she'd climaxed but Mrs. Marsh kept those fingers rubbing her pussy lips until her breathing slowed to something like normal. Her orgasm over, I noticed that her hand was drenched with juices and a huge wet spot soaked the.