By my estimation, in another few hours, my friends, family and nearly every one I worked with would have been emailed these pictures. There were score... of those pictures! Most of them would show me, dressed as a girl. A little too convincingly for having done this for the first time, mind you; on my hands and knees taking it from behind by some large man ... or on my mini-skirted back with a penis in my mouth ... or strutting confidently on six inch platform heels. After a time, these pictures. He was smiling and whispered in my ears, take care of her, he excused us and said he will be back in a while.Since the party had just started, people were enjoying the music and alcohol, I asked her a drink, to which she replied ” whiskey sour”I was amazed by her reply as whiskey sour is a very uncommon drink amongst females. She had a very classy taste , her eyes spoke a lot.After a few pegs, she asked me to dance to which I bounced of the seat and reached the dance floor with her, we were. "I started to say "Oh, it will fit. Trust me!" but then realized that might not be the best avenue to proceed down."When you're thirty, something like that will fit," I said.She giggled, and looked at me, still gripping my cock."I'm gonna do it long before I'm thirty," she said, suddenly all woman."Then you'll do it with something that looks a lot like that one," I said."Hmmmm," was her only response. "So when will you spurt?" That's a complicated question," I said. "The reason I was able to. "Sir, this is Art. I have something that might be important. Could I..." Come on," Whitworth said in a somewhat reasonable voice. Ending the call, he grabbed a pair of fatigue pants and pulled them on. Fuck dressing. Pants are good enough for now. As soon as I get rid of him, I'm going to have some more of that pussy. What the fuck is so important this time of night, anyway?Art, his arm around Hope as she stood holding her sketch, rapped twice on the outer door of the General's suite. A split.