We used to date in college around 3 years ago.after some talk we decided to meet in the cafe in the evening.At the cafe, we talked about various topic... then we started talking about sex life, also she knew about my cross-dressing and fetish for girls clothes.publicly talking about cross-dressing turned me on immediately, also to my embarrassment she noticed that and offered that I could cross-dress with her. I got really excited by that but was trying to control my desires. I also knew that she. Without missing a beat she followed up "Well I am glad you do, I don'tinvite many boys back here, you are special." I felt it again, thatseduction, her eyes, her mouth, the way the words rolled out of her like honey "veryspecial, and you are going to keep your promises to me, I will make sure ofthat," she said as she grabbed both of my arms and held them above myhead and massaged them. I could feel her working on each one, first theright, then the left, slowly taking her time, letting her chest. “Baby, you are so sweet.” He whispers.I try to stay still and ignore him.“This is the best pussy I have ever had. This little cunt is built for cock.” He whispers.My eyes pop open and I immediately smell a strong scent of cinnamon and coffee. I look into his eyes and I see cruelty. I scream the loudest I have ever screamed in my life. He pulls out of me and drops me to the floor. I crumble to the ground, still screaming. He is zipping up and fixing his clothes. I hear people and then I. I felt strangely powerful too but I was late for work so I threw on a coat to cover up the costume and headed to the bar.As expected, I turned heads with my outfit. Men and even a few women always swooned over me but tonight they were doing so especially. I loved it when I had that effect on people. I didn't get to enjoy it for too long through as when I started to bar tend, strange things kept happening. The glasses kept breaking in my hands and I accidently pulled one of the tap handles off.