As I rose, I felt hisfree hand begin to push down my shoulder. I briefly tried to resist,but he easily overcame my feeble attempt."Don't fight it, bit...h - you know where you belong." Now with increasedpressure, he forced me down onto my knees. I looked first at the vividred paint on the nails of my hand, still wrapped around his now hardcock, then down to see my skirt hiked high on my thighs, my stockingtops fully exposed. The wetness between my thighs became increasinglyevident as I. "I was wondering on what he had planned. "What are you up to?" I asked.Billy just chuckled and said, "Just a little fishing trip. I will giveyou what you need to do the job."I was wondering what Billy was thinking at supper time. After supper heplaced on our bed some jeans, boot socks, a large sweat shirt, a jockstrap, and Larry's work jacket. Billy said, "Wash all your make up offand put on the clothing I left out. Then style your hair in a boyishlook. What I dont understand is, what is this. Perfect!We chatted for hours, got to know one another and exchanged loads of photos, all of mine in transvestite mode of course. As days went by, we learned more and more about each other, about our pasts, what we had done, what we liked, disliked, and eventually, what turned us on. We just seemed to click with each other straight away. Nothing was taboo, nothing was hidden. Oral, anal, peeing—anything was asked, and yes everything was told. She was really turned on when I mentioned my. Maddie removed herself from the patron’s lap that she was keeping warm and hurried over.“Take a pitcher and get me eight glasses of Pepper’s whiskey. Don’t add anything to it. They don’t want it watered down,” he directed. Maddie grabbed a pitcher and hurried into the back room.“Maddie and I will share a drink toasting a man with both good taste in whiskey and the resources to enjoy it,” he said as we all watched Maddie’s delightful backside sway out of sight.“Enjoy it, gentlemen,” he said to.