"After all, you're always boastingabout how you have a full-time income, after all." Yeah," Dannii says, "a full-time income that I want to spend on c...othesand make-up, not rent and bills!" The three of us all giggle as Danniihands us both glasses of drink- which, as predicted, has a strongalcoholic smell to it."The perks of having a 19 year old boyfriend!" Dannii explains. Eventhough I'm uncertain, I figure if I don't drink TOO much, it can't hurt,so the three of us gulp the drink down and. "While Jack entered data into his computer, I headed for the kitchen. I fed Bozo, then scrounged around the bathroom and our room for a load of clothes. I started the washer and let him out to do his thing. It was getting too cold out to leave the door open. He'd let us know when he was ready to come back in.I went into the kitchen and did some cleaning up. I emptied the dishwasher and noticed there wasn't anything that needed washing.Bozo must have let Jack know it was time to come in because. Mark rubbed the dripping bar against me. Thank goodness it was still fairly new and had softened nicely in the hot water. Then he must have rubbed it against himself, in more than one place as his fingertip replaced the head of his cock. he gently massaged my ring, around and around, allowing it to loosen, and, I must say, make me weak in the knees from his stimulation of the nerve endings bunched there. Then my opening gave way to his gentle pressure and his slick finger entered me.Mark began. The pretty young Hindu girl who cleaned our officesput her hand to her mouth and her dark eyes flashed with embarrassmentand surprise."Oh I'm so sorry," she giggled, "ooh, very sorry!"I tried to explain, to excuse myself, something. But what could I say?She'd caught me with my pants down, literally. I was sitting at thecomputer, my cock in hand, masturbating.I was looking at a transgender storysite, reading a t-girl fantasy.I was naked. I was wearing a pair of red satin panties.2.I went to work.