?Anu started crying. I got a bit worried by all this drama by her.Anu- kaun thi woh? Tumhari girlfriend hai kya!I realised what was the issue.Me-why d... you care anu? Apne beech mein kuch nahi hai-Anu-acha? Mai sabko bata dungi tumne mere saath kya kiya!I was shocked by what she was saying.I never even touched her.Me-maine kya kiya?!Anu-tumne mujhe use kiya!Me-anu do you even realise what you are saying!Anu-I know and that’s what I will tell people.Anu started to walk away. I started to feel. She was this type of woman that wore very little make-up, her natural beauty was enough to draw stares when sales representatives came into the office. She was the first to greet them and on many cases these lewd and crude sales guys, 30 years her senior, made fools of themselves as they flirted with her. And perhaps the basis of her beauty was a smile that was so infectious, it just made you want to smile back.Sharon was my office manager, her skills on the computer and ten-key calculator were. I look in the full length mirror, and twerl around. I then go online and talk to a Mistress who I have been talking with for over a month. She has given me a few sissy assignments to do before, like go and buy some pink lace panties from a shop near my house,where the shop girl knows Mistress. But I had to tell the cute sexy shop girl the truth, that I'm a sissy cross dresser. That was so embarasing as the cute shop girl made me try on lots of cute panties in the shop changing rooms, my. If that Didn,t work then she,d finger her own fanny with her right hand while fondling a big boob with the other which certainly added more juices to her normally juice filled twat. And if my cock still showed no interest it was time for her lips and mouth to get to work. Of course our bodies sometimes let us down and there were rare occasions it just Didn,t want to know. When that happened I,d then eat her pussy as a reward for her efforts and voila now and then that did the trick and “fat.