Peter, my married colleague-turned-fuck buddy-turned-pseudo boyfriend, became more and more into me. The relationship was a secret until one silly mis...ake. No, we didn't get caught having wild sex on my couch because we were always very careful when he'd drop by my place for an afternoon delight or for a fun night. And no, our colleagues didn't notice a thing about us, stealing glances at each other at work and him "accidentally" touching my ass at the copier room.And no, we didn't get caught. When we got home and I saw it laid out — I have to admit — I was starting to enjoy being dressed as a woman. When I came out of the bedroom dressed in that with a short little black silk robe I had purchase a year or so prior the look on her face was one of — I don’t know — absolute lust. I have never seen her like that with me when I was dressed as myself. I pleased her as I had never done in the past. Part way through the session she produced a strap on dildo and asked me to just take the act. “I know this hurts you, Cynthia,” Mom said through thegasps of her own exhaustion. “But I guarantee you willthank me for this in a couple of years.” Cindy bit herlip so hard that the tears started stinging it. Momwas not yet done.SMACK!SMACK!SMACK!This was the worst licking Cindy would ever get, butinstead of vowing to mend her ways, she was thinkingof ways of murdering her mother. The ways multipliedin the next second as the ladies room door swung open.The two older. "Cut that in with some stock shots, a couple distant shots, and it'll make a story. We get paid if we do something, and we get paid if we do nothing," he said."I still don't think she knows we're here," Sherwin commented.Lenny agreed. "She hasn't acted like it, anyway. If that big lug she keeps around had been here, I think he'd have spotted us, though." Well, we ain't exactly been laying low," Sherwin said, looking up. "Oh, hey, shit, there she is."Lenny had been checking out the boobs on a.