I carefully removed the dress, realizing that after a while I sort ofenjoyed the feel of it against my body. It wasn't such a foreign thingafter all a...d it was exceptionally comfortable. As a man I'd never heldpower to captivate the sight of other people. The dress made me feeldesirable and powerful.I moved to the bathroom and looked once again at myself. Was I Shaelanor was I Marcus? I felt a little more like Marcus if I were honest withmyself, but within me I knew I wanted to yield to what I. " We were behind the counter in the back of the store and it was almost closing time. I pulled away and handed her a tissue to dab away the tears. She had long brown hair and a healthy body, not rail thin like so many girls her age, some might even tend to think of her as overweight, but she was full breasted and perfect in my opinion. We got a lot of new male customers with her behind the counter, her smile was that good and she had perfect white teeth. The girl was like a fucking milk. Did Mr. Carson keep a dog in here? I took a step forward, meaning to peek and with a glance at Mr. Carson realized that his eyes were open and he was watching me with some expression I couldn’t quite define. I flushed to the roots of my hair, utterly mortified.“Oh, I’m so sorry sir! I didn’t mean to disturb your nap.”There was a thump and a rustle under the desk and he reached one hand down, apparently to restrain the animal.“It’s Lily isn't it, What are you doing in my office?”“Sara called in. Your face visibly reddens under the strain and your eyes roll back in your head as you flop and flail with the exertions. I feel your cunt pulsing vigorously against my fists. I do not relent; my fists continue to drive in, even as your orgasm starts to subside. Onwards I drive into you and you obediently accept the obscene stretching. It is only a couple of minutes of extra fisting, but I am sure this treatment seemed much longer to you, as I devilishly deprive your cunt of post-orgasmic.