”“I did as you said, but it was really hard, much harder than I expected. Now I need to cum, Sir, badly, please let me cum!”“Why, my dear, go ...head. You have my permission.”She looked at me.“Go ahead,” I said.There was silence. She squirmed. “But Sir, my hands are bound…”“Yes, they are,” I said, helpfully.There was a longish pause, then, “Would you please make me cum, Sir?”“What will you do for me if I do?”She gulped again, then looked me in the eyes and said, “I promise I’ll do anything you. “Oh my Fucking God! What are you fucking doing,” she screamed at me. In a split second, I had the feeling of being caught out, then I remembered she told me to do this. “How long has this been going on?” she asked me. I stammered. I never stammer but I didn’t know what to say next. “A few minutes,” I replied. Olivia sighed. “I like it,” I said, “I feel sexy in stockings.” “Much better,” said Olivia as she looked down at my straining cock inside her knickers. She came up to me and started to. There was a band coming to town that I knew Victoria liked. I got a pair of tickets and casually mentioned to her that my 'friend' backed out and I needed to find someone else to go with. "I'll go!" she said with excitement, maybe more for the band than me but it was a yes and that's all I wanted to hear!In the days leading up to our date, Melissa was drilling me with advice - what to do, what not to do, how to act, how not to act, where to go before the show, where to take her afterwards. It. But they manage, with a lot of flirting from both Janet and Casey and the fact that Janet is a senior member with a very high clearance level.“Well, that was a pain in the ass,” Casey says as the elevator begins to move.“Yeah, but you were good at flirting.”“You think so?”“Yeah, you’re a natural,” Janet says with a wink. “You definitely can pass as a woman.”“That’s the goal,” he says with a smile before it turns into a grin. “I just hope it’s going to be reversible.”“Having second thoughts.