Decked out in short low cut dresses, mini skirts, tee-shirts and shorts in the summer, I got loads of sneaky views down blouses, the odd nipple impres...ion and bits of up skirts. Winter, when I had started this security job, desirous of any income, having been made redundant in the town, had provided not only a meagre wage but also close up views of tight darker skirts, not much nipple and cleavage and lots of sheer tights or stockings and stilettos which as a consolation did show off nice. Don’t make a liar out of me. Plow that bitch like you do me. Make her whimper. I already told your boss you won’t be in to work tonight!” “You know what Pooja’s doing?” I know this wasn’t very intelligent. She had just told me she knew, but my brain had an excuse for not working. Pooja had dropped to her knee and was fishing my cock out of my pants. “Tell Priya you’re every bit as big as she said!” Pooja said, “Tell her what I’m doing!” “I heard that,” Priya said. “What’s she doing? Stripping. These sessions were sweet, but obviously short, and the risk of discovery somehow added to the sheer excitement of dressing up. There was a sexual element to what I was doing. but I never felt I wanted to be a girl. it was enough for me to look and feel like one for a while. It allowed something that was hidden away by my male life to emerge and that felt like it allowed me to balance two parts of my personality. I knew that I was attracted to girls, and even when dressed I didn’t fancy boys.. Just moments before I had bent my head down onto his 8" rod and started to suck his thickness softly and gently going as far down on it as I could without gagging. It was not like other blow job sessions I was enjoying taking my time gently licking his shaft tasting his juices and mine together as he had just pulled his nice rod out of my now sore but happy tight hot big round ass. He had taken me like no one else in the world ever had riding my ass from the back while I lay over a pillow.