"I was headed into my room to get some stuff."Megan stared into his face and smirked as she ran her finger on the lightshade of blush. She looked into...his eyes, and then her eyes traveled rightdown his face and onto his chest. She pushed her fingertip against one ofthe mounds pushing his top out. Her finger pushed into the cups and squeezedthe other one. She ran her finger up the strap and pulled it up and snappedit on his shoulder. "I mean all of this!"Owen gestured to his feminized body and. " Another drink. "So she works more and more. I didn't even want her working in the first place, you know?" Brody looked up from his meal. "Seriously?" "Yeah. What, I can't take care of my own damn family?" Rick drained his beer and looked for the waitress. He caught her attention, indicated he wanted more, and turned back to Brody. "She doesn't need to work." "Okay, but—" Rick waved a hand. "Yeah, I know. Women work all the time. Feminism, choices, blah fucking blah. She told me she always. She pulled me upright, thrusting a hand between my legs, and raising her fingers to my face when they came up wet, my juices clearly visible on her fingers."Look at this, it turned her on" she announced. "Lick it, bitch," she ordered.I did as she told me, sucking my own arousal from her fingers. As I finished, she grabbed my face, kissing me, tongue going into my mouth, teasing until I responded to her, and wincing as her fingers twisted my nipples. then she bent, grabbing the remnants of my. "Make yourself comfortable. Help yourself to a cup of coffee and have a seat. It gets pretty boring here on nights when I have no loads coming or going. So, a little company will be a nice change of pace."She poured herself a cup of coffee and seated her self next to my desk. As she looked around the office, she spotted the notes for my next story sitting next to my laptop. "Oh, are you a writer?" Yeah! Not a good one, but I do write a story now and then." I told her."Am I disturbing the.