I told him it was fine for me; but then he got serious and added this time I would not travel alone: my highway partner would be Carl; the gay’s off...ce.I figured Carl’s image sucking my dick; but then I smiled to my Boss and insisted everything would be fine. After all, Carl was a very nice guy, kind and handsome; he had never said anything uncomrtable to me about sex.He called me later that afternoon and we had a long chat. After he mentioned a large load of supplies at work, I jokingly said. He didn't want Chris to know about histransvestite fantasies."She made me do it Chris" he said as calmly as he possibly could,pointing to the screen with his right hand but keeping his left hand overhis banded sac. "I'm not gay, I'm into girls and we're both... having abit of fun."Chris looked at the screen. "Hello," a female voice came through thespeaker, "it sounds like we've got company. Is this another slave tocastrate or just an audience to watch my slave castrate itself?"Chris looked. He shared the saltiness of my own cum as our tongues swirled in the erotic French kiss dance. I let my hands drop to his ass and felt a silk thong at his waist with the thin strip of material running down the crack of his ass. I let my right hand wander to the front and felt his cock throbbing in the sheer material, the head peaking over the top of the thong. I let my left hand slowly slide the robe off his right shoulder and then slowly fall from his left. Now, it was my turn to finally. Inappropriately feeling her breast and grabbing her ass, while trying to put their hands beneath her skirt, they had crossed the line of acceptable social behavior when they forced her hand to touch their erections again through their pants. If she had given them any sign of encouragement, they would have forced her to her knees and forced her to suck them. The mistake she made was in not telling her husband or so she thought at the time. Defending her honor, her husband would have, no doubt,.