Time to make breakfast I say as I walk out the door. I am in no hurry to make breakfast as I can hear the vibrator doing its thing as she moans and gr...ans with every little pull of her hair from the tug of the anal hook in her ass. She comes over and over from the vibrator. I finally return after about 30 minutes to find drool coming out of her mouth around the ball gag her entire body shaking. I removed the vibrator as by now my cock is in my hand and very hard wanting to be buried deep in. She even noticed him spying on her a couple of times , so she decided to sit him down for a talk > She told him he wasn't in trouble or anything and that it was natural for him to have these feelings . She told me he continued to spy on her and she just kinda looked the other way. " " Wow , really, Cindy ?" " Ya , go figure , huh . He turned okay and Cindy says they have a great relationship . And of her three boys I like him the best" " Ya , so do I " I said ". She breathed asigh of relief, then wiped herself. I got out a regular one quart enemakit and filled it. She seemed eager to have it and seemed to feel betterafter it. I made her clean up the big dildo, showed her where the extrabatteries were, and made her replace it. As I strapped her back in thebed, I took pity on her and didn't put the cock cage in place. I did,however, turn the vibrator back on. The next morning, I woke up to see her cock hard. Come had dribbled outof it onto her abdomen. The only problem was that Debbie was a coworker in my very politically correct office. To make matters worse I was my organization's trophy trans-gender. They could parade me out to show how progressive and forward thinking they were. It wasn't a problem for them to have a man wear dresses to work as long as my clothes were professional and in proper taste.Of course the catch is allot of people still assume if you're a cross dresser you must be gay. I'm not. I'm bisexual.But what didn't.