I didn't try to stop him. My body wanted to be touched and my brain no longer worked. I froze as he stepped back and slid the dress off my shoulders. ... just knew it was over when he seen I was a guy. I tried to think what to do. As soon as the dress hit the floor, Marks eyes lit up. I closed my eyes and waited for him to start yelling. Instead of being mad he said, this is my lucky day. I stood there stunned. Looking in the mirror behind him I seen Ann's panties sticking out of the bra. Still. I slowly walk up to you and as casually as I can press my chest to yours in an effort to get the tape around your torso. I take this time to inhale your scent and even place a slight kiss on your neck. Again I turn away and jot down the numbers this time leaning over a little further so you have a better view of my ass. I measure neck to wrist and slowly trace my nails down your exposed skin giving you a slight chill. It’s time to measure your waist so I ask you to please lift your shirt. Mrs. Marten must have fallen asleep for a while, as she did not hear her husband tell her that he was going to the breakfast car and would be back in about an hour. When she awoke, she noticed a man sitting next to her who was not her husband. She noticed how handsome this man was. He was even more handsome then her husband with his wavy dark hair. He was looking at her she could tell. She stated to look back at him. She found herself moving closerto him and even desiring him. Suddenly she. " We work hard and would enjoy having a servile sissy to help maintainour home. We were even discussing it over drinks last week with somefriends. We just couldn't decide on just how we would find one. And thenyou were so sweet to show up in Sandra's emergency room. Kind of likefate, don't you think?" Take off your shirt Brent! Or should it be Brenda?" Too much hair there to be Brenda. We require all our girlfriends to behair free and that includes you. After all, you would love to be our.