She was tall and thin, with long, blonde hair. People always told her she looked exactly like someone named Ingrid would be expected to look. She had ...n a white Simone Estevez T shirt that she had knotted at the hem to expose a bit of her midriff and pair of tight, faded jeans. It was just before 4, the appointed hour she was to arrive at Cindy's house, when she parked her car. Cindy lived in a loft in what once was the industrial part of town, but had been gentrified into the quintessential. She led me through the door to a studio, it was set up for a photo-shoot, lighting rigs, tripods, and equipment everywhere and in the middle of the room was a large dining room table, set up with chairs and a few objects of furniture to look like an period English dining room.“Here honey, you’d better slip this on”She walked to a clothing rack and selected a French maids outfit, which she handed to me.I quickly got dressed, black fishnet stockings, black basque, and heels, all set off by the. I did, and he did not waste any time. He looked at my hard-on, giggled and said, “You seem to like this.” and he gently stroked my bulge through my shorts. Then he tugged my shorts down and off. My mostly-hard dick stood up proud. Tim barely touched it as he stroked it up and down. I had never had sex with a man. I had never even thought about it, but it felt pretty damn good. As Tim gently stroked me with the lightest touch, my penis and it twitched with my heart beat and got fully erect. Tim. “Get in the shower and then come down for breakfast. You are going need the energy, if I’m not mistaken you don’t have to work today. Don’t worry I plan on working you hard.”Laughing from her innuendo Aunt Laura picked her clothing up and sauntered her way to the door, her sculpted ass teasing me. I felt myself twitch as I sat up at the edge of the bed. It was now official that I was a man. After a fast shower I put on a pair of lounge pants and slippers and headed downstairs. The smell of.