"Actually," Elaine replied, "it's not for me." She flashed a quick glancetowards me."That's quite all right," said the assistant, without hesitation, ...urningto look at me. "We get a lot in here, sir."I felt my face turn red. "A lot of what?" I asked.The assistant smiled. "Transvestites," she said. "Or cross-dressers, ifyou prefer. It's nice that your wife is helping you. That doesn't happenso often." Oh, I'm not a... transvestite," I said, in a low voice, very aware thatother shoppers had. He's tall, maybe 6'2", and looks like a tennis player, long and lean with sculpted forearms and long legs. I'm definitely interested. The happy hour is winding down and I find myself talking about local restaurants and bars with Jon. His hand reaches over to emphasize I point and I catch it in mine and smile. He looks up and a small grin spreads across his face as I look directly in his eyes. I lead him out of the club room and out by the pool as the sun burns red on the horizon, walking slowly. His fingers got wet from her moisture. He undid her hair and wiped his fingers with the tresses, flipping the mane behind her to keep her big round boobs uncovered. He rattled the chains at her wrists and found they were really locked, not looped play-style. It was the same with the ankle restraints. On his way back up, he licked and kissed high inside her spread thighs. The skin was soft and pliable above the stocking bands. Her thighs would feel good rubbing along the outside of his hips when. ”“Guess it’s your lucky day.” Paige giggled as she said it.“I want to lick your pussy.”I stood up and we switched positions. She sat down and spread her legs as wide as she could. I kissed her pussy like I would kiss a long, lost lover. I stuck my tongue deep inside her before moving my attention up to her clit. I took my time between the two, wanting to tease her for as long as I could. Her bald, seventeen-year-old pussy got juicier and juicier the longer I kept going. It didn’t last as long.