George got up without touching her. His voice was calm and controlled as he said: -“I’ll leave you now, Jenny. Take all the time you want to showe..., get dressed, and, if needed, decide if you're going to be my woman and Sub. If not, the backdoor is open, my car unlocked. I will drive you home, no questions asked. I will deeply regret it but never bother you again. But if I, as a man and a Dom, meet and inflame your desire as you do mine, you will join me in the lounge. We will work out our. So girly.Well, this went on in secret for a while. I had bought some girly clothes and had them hid and when the family was away, I would play! One day I had the house to myself, all alone, just me. I had plans, you see I didn't dress like a girl just to get hard and jack off, ok, sometimes I did. However, the greater pleasure was wearing the pretty colors, feelings the satin and acting (was it really acting?) like a teenaged girl. I loved to sit and just look pretty. I would have a mirror. I put her out of my mind, given that she worked in a different department to the courses I was taking, and got on with my studies. Given the cost of flying back home, my parents understood that I wouldn’t be coming home any time soon, and that I’d be forced to spend most of my holidays in America to try and save money. As such I was one of the handful of non-local students still on campus over the Christmas holidays, a somewhat depressing prospect that I did my best to ignore by spending as. I felt juices, mostly mine, I suppose, but partly hers too, dripping across my balls, across my thighs, across my butt. But on and on she rocked until suddenly she stopped, gasped, and let out the deepest moan of all. Then she began taking huge breaths, began shaking, began a series of whimpers. Not only sweat but tears began falling on me -- tears of ecstasy and passion, or of surrender, perhaps, but certainly not of sadness.Suddenly she took another huge breath and became completely rigid..