Monday morning she asked me if I wanted to wear my new skirt andblouse again since my boyfriend seemed to like it so much."He's not my boyfriend," I s...reamed in frustration.I opted for my silver stretch pants and a pink shell top. John was allover me that morning as I made his breakfast and tried to clean up themess he made over the weekend. Not satisfied with his usual groping, heslid his hands under my top to rub my back and bra covered false tits.Twice he slid his hands into my pants to. They wore sexy lingerie: bustieres, garter-belts, suspenders and diaphanously sheer nylon stockings or pantyhose andsilky panties. Their makeup was heavy and feminised their male featuressuch that most of them could pass as real women unless you looked veryclose. They wore high-heels: pumps, sandals, court-shoes and boots. "They dressed how women should dress!" Brian said to himself.As part of the company management he sat on the 'office administrationboard' and had been at the meeting last. There's a store down on twenty-seventh."Donna saw the consternation in Angilee's eyes."No, honey, not Frederick's of Hollywood. My girl's dresses may show them off a bit, but they always look elegant, not cheap." Thanks, Donna. Should I call Ling?" No, I'll have her call you... and Angilee," called Donna as the now former housewife turned to leave."Yes?"There was a sly smile on Donna's face."You know, now that I own this business, there are certain perks that go with it." I don't understand.. Just like your little sweet wife enjoyed licking my cunt. She’s no lesbian, she just likes to have fun! Just like you!” I bobbed my head on the shaft, enjoying the feeling, wondering if I was doing a good job, a little ashamed of myself for liking it; a little afraid, but astounded at how good it was. “You want him to cum, don’t you?” she asked sweetly. “Good, make him cum, suck his cock till he’s ready to blast his hot load.” I heard Mike groaning at his wife’s urging. “But not in your mouth,.