.I managed to muster "Yes, ma'am" "you can start by pouring me a drink" Ellen said. I brought her a glass of sangria and went about the list of chores...she made for me. As I moved about our place I couldn't help but feel how sexy it felt to be full dressed as a woman. The way my breasts felt while in a bra, the silky panties and the smooth nylons. FUCK I am such a whore! I was loving this when Ellen yelled out to me. "Another drink, slut!" "Yes ma'am" I returned to the living room where Ellen. To begin, she licks the now-plentiful precum from the tip, sampling my taste for the first time, and moaning in pleasure at the thought of what a naughty thing she is doing and about to do. This is her hero, and she wants to see him enjoying himself. The thought of what his face may look like as orgasm overtakes his body, the rush of juices that could be filling her mouth as he cums, and the undeniable desire to be the one to bring both about, excite deep, primal desires from the pit of her. ’ ‘But Mr. Vholes, sir—’ Sanchez began. ‘No, no, I quite insist. You deserve it. Now I want you to fly home. And you must, and I cannot stress this too much, MUST pay for your ticket with cash.’ He extracted a sheaf of bills from his jacket and peeled off several of them. ‘Even so, there’s a risk…’ Vholes drew a deep breath. ‘I must ask you, Mr. Sanchez, for the sake of these children, if you could see your way clear to forgetting you made this little trip. In case anyone should ask.’ ‘Sure,. Does he tell you what you should do? I asked you a question, what did you hear?”“Uh … nothing really, just that there would be someone new coming for training.”“Then why are you taunting me? I could be an agent in disguise for all you know.”She looked at Sam, then back to me. “Are you?” I shook my head, but smiled after my own taunt.I looked her up and down shaking my head. “No, I am not. This is my first time at recruit training. But, that doesn’t negate the fact that your assumptions were ill.