Drena was such a distant memory right now. The glitter, the gold, the power. All held nothing but emptiness. Only the people were important. Lucas, hi... best friend, by whom he had done so wrong. Cory, his servant, caring enough to let Ayn go, despite knowing all too well that his life was going to be forfeited for it. Could he remember anyone else? Not really.The Trainers were all the same. They wanted Xavier to be the best. And he had been, and for the most part of his life, he had thought. I missed her. I was in love. Monday’s were always busy. Delivery lorries would be queuing up waiting to be unloaded as we came into work and I would spend the day chasing around like ‘a blue arse fly’ as the say organising the re-stocking of the depot. I saw Sanjay a couple of times but we didn’t speak, there was little time to exchange pleasantries let alone chat.Tuesday was different, it was back to normality and Sanjay and I had chance to chat. In fact he came to my office with and envelope. Jon’s semi now became a full hard-on. Jon thought if only he was twenty years younger, he would have tried his hardest to get this girl back to his place tonight.As Jon’s thumbs were now pushed into Rosie’s tit-flesh, it pushed her boobs up, so Jon got an even better view of her terrific cleavage. He pulled her closer, as her tits danced across his chest. His rock hard cock was now pressed up against her.Rosie finally noticed Jon’s wandering hands, as she looked him in the eye and. Every couple of minutes I sit up and stare into the mirror at my beautiful image. After a while, I decide to try some clothes on. I find a matching fancy black bra and panty set as well as some sheer pantyhose in Helen's lingerie drawer. I cannot resist trying on outfit after outfit. I, of course, have no problem with makeup, matching clothes or zippers. It is a transvestite's dream. I look at my beautiful feet in a pair of black high heel strap sandals. I look at my feminine butt under a black.