I couldn't remain hidden any more.I found my favourite dress, it was blue, knee length, and had longsleeves and a V neckline so it would show a little...bit of cleavage. Ihung it on the door. I selected my foundation wear. A flesh colouredgaff, a blue corseted waist nipper, blue panties, a matching bra andpadded panty brief, light tan pantyhose. Standing before the full lengthmirror I gently removed the binding around my breasts. I sighed withrelief as my ladies were released from their prison. I. She didn't respond, for the waiter appeared at that moment. After wehad ordered, she said, "He doesn't mean anything by it. He grew up in atime when men ? white men ? were still mostly in charge. He treatsblacks and whites alike in the office."I suppose that was somewhat true. He treated everyone at the office asif they were his social inferiors. He wasn't unkind to them; he justmade sure everyone knew their proper place in the pecking order."I think he treats me the way he does more because. He rolls to the side and props himself up on one elbow, his other hand coming to rest on my stomach, his pinky touching the elastic waist band of my panties. he looks at me for a moment, then kissing me, his tongue fighting with mine. I feel his hand slide under the waist band of my panties and one of his finger slowly slide down, teasing my clit before slowly pushing inside of me. I moan into his mouth and pull away gasping as he slides another finger inside me and picks up speed, his thumb. As I wanked him he fondled my bum, my cock and my balls. I still remember his loud grunt and the way his cock went really hard in my hand just before he shoved his cock forward and jerked his load.So that was my first gay session with Roy. I still masturbated over his magazines back in my flat, but I’d tasted sex with another person, something new and kinky too after months of enforced celibacy. I wanted more and I was soon back in Roy’s flat.We had a few porn and masturbation sessions before.