’ ‘Look, my name is Doug Dellow, I’m a promoter. I work with the band and a few others. If you are interested …’ he proffered a card, ‘…...I could get you a few gigs on the folk circuit. Or if you play other styles I can do that too.’ ‘Sure.’ ‘No, straight up. You could do alright. If you don’t believe me ask Big Charlie, the singer. Think about it. It could be like Dire Straights said.’ ‘Sorry, I’m not with you there?’ ‘Money for nothing and your chicks for free.’ He walked into the mens toilet.. “Oh yes. I was about to get you hard again. But first I need to get out of this blouse and bra. Bet you didn't know I wasn't wearing any panties, did you? You can help with the blouse, though. Open your mouth.” I did as I was told, and felt the edge of the blouse being placed between my teeth. I pulled my head back, intending to rip it, but suddenly realized you had just cocked the button, so that it would pop open. “Good boy,” you say. “There are three more. Be careful though. This is a Dior. She sat on the bed and asked me what it was I wanted to do. I'd been thinking of this speech for some time, and, sitting on the edge of the coffee table, rattled it off: "I'm not gay", I said, "but the idea of a woman with a cock excites me. I also like to crossdress and be feminine. If you have some lingerie I could wear, that would be great, I want you to dress me up and fuck me like a woman."She smiled and said that would be no problem. She told me the fare for the ride and I counted it out. "Stick a finger in, Mark," she moaned. I stuck a finger in and then two fingers in her and she was off. "Oh, oh, yes darling, yeah. That's it. Eat mummy's pussy," she squealed.She took my head in one hand and pushed me into her. My nose jammed against my hand and my fingers went deeper. "Oh yes, oh, keep going." She yelled and then she let out a loud, "Yesssss," as she shuddered in her orgasm. I kept moving my tongue through her climax until she released my head.I turned around as she recovered.