So, after a while, I was wearing girls clothing almost everySaturday." It became automatic. I mean, I really stopped thinking about it. It wasalmost a...surprise when they needed a guy to model. I guess I just assumedI'd be wearing girly clothes every Saturday."My mom never said it, but we started counting on those checks and well,it never entered my mind to say no. I mean, it was pretty harmless andthe only ones who knew were the producer and her husband, thephotographer. I got used to wearing. Yeah, it happened again. I wondered why, until Samantha Roth greeted me with her ass in the air and her hands on the desk. I didn’t waste any time. I just grabbed my prize and slid my cock into that sweet pussy of hers. I held her by the hips and thrust deeper into her gash, even as I eased my fangs into her neck to drink from her as I humped her. I drove harder by the stroke, every last push, as I slammed into her succulent slit.“Finger ... my ... ass, please!” Sam pleaded with me to play with. I gave my number telling her that I would be happy to help if she needs any help. She greeted thanks.We started chatting on WhatsApp from then on sharing dirty jokes, commenting on hero and heroine physique, etc. She would also ask me for help in shopping dresses, restaurants, movie reviews and so on. Since I knew her tastes from previous conversations I could help her decide and also encourage her to try new styles.She often thanked me for every help and understanding her much. She started. We stopped at a rest area at about 10:00. When we were returning to our cars Ann said: ‘Before we roll I want to make a phone call.’ She called a physics professor who was a good friend of Dr. Schmidt. He was expecting her call. Dr. Schmidt had sent him her papers and the two had had several long phone calls talking about her. Ann and the professor agreed to meet in his office, on campus at 10:00 the following morning. We rolled. I started a CD from the conference. We both enjoyed it..