I was so horny. The thought of getting caught, turned me on, like never before. I was nearly busted, when she stood, and started writing on the black-...oard. Perfect. I stood up, and wanked my fat cock, behind her back. When she spun around, I quickly sat down, hiding my nakedness, under the desk. But she saw. She walked over. “Just, what are u up to?” She looked under my desk, and saw my pants, down, around my ankles. She gave me a look of disappointment. “I thought u where a nice boy. Pull up. . . Okay, see you at Mrs. Patron’s at nine. Have fun with Artsy and the painter until then. Love you Baby.” Greg followed Laura home at the end of the day. “Would you like a drink first, or would you rather undress me again?” In the master bedroom, Laura hung each article, or put in her hamper, as Greg undressed her. “It was okay for you to keep your clothes on at lunch while I was nude, but I am the proprietor of this room. You are overdressed.” After undressing her lover, Laura turned down. Holes appeared in his ears as large hoop earrings filled them.His jeans vanished, revealing his waxed smooth legs and his shoes became7 inch platform heels. The jumper he had on, lengthened down his body tohis legs, the bottom of it tightened around his waist and the top halftightened in as the collor became bigger going down to show off his fakebreats, inside his pink bra and his boxers became a pink thong. Thejumper thinned and changed from cotton to silk, the colour changed frombrown to pink. Some rose, exposing packages that athletic shorts were not meant to hide. She shuddered inside with desire for those cocks exposed. Wetter she became and stopped her husband from going any further with his under-table play. If not she was going to cum right then and there. Visualizing exposed hard cocks, naked dancers, and pussy massage combined with alcohol had her ready for some fucking! To the room she was ready to go. Rising up weak-kneed and a bit tipsy she took her man’s hand in hers..