His self control and any pride were gone. He moaned softly again as he played with his erect penis. “Please. Let me come” he begged. Sophia smiled... and stroked his smooth leg. “My pretty, pretty slut” she whispered softly. “Let go of your masculinity” she encouraged him “Your mistress no longer requires it” “I give you permission to let it go” He was breathing harder now, his shaved skin glistening as the soft light of her bathroom hit it. He was stroking and moaning and no longer resisted any. Go ahead and try it on."I removed my male clothes and bra, and slipped the gown over my head.The lace bodice hugged me like a glove, and the long full skirt felljust to the floor. It was perfect. "Wow! This is amazing. Easily themost glamorous sleepwear I have ever worn. Thank you so much forloaning it to me." Not a loan, it's yours now," said Stacey. "It fits you like it wasmade for you. Enjoy." I could barely contain my excitement, and gaveStacey a hug. We lingered in the embrace for a few. But it stayed there. Rubbing. Her breathing started to get deeper, more gaspy. Her hand rubbed her slick slit. Then she parted her legs, and pushed two fingers into her sopping cunt.I must have made a sound; a gasp or some other noise. She stopped, rigid. Eyes snapped wide open, fingers plopping from her sticky slit. She looked around, then saw the hole … and my eye glued to it. Next thing I knew she was hammering on my cubicle door."Open up you dirty pervert!!" She exclaimed.I slid the bolt. Finger fucking her oh so gently, I sucked her nipple until the very last of her milk dropped to a mere trickle. Then I pulled away from her tit and looked up into her face as my finger continued to move in and out of her pussy. Sarah's eyes were half closed, but she met my gaze. Her mouth was open partly and she was breathing deeply. Deliberately, I pulled my hand back out from beneath her skirt and stood up. Without a word said, but our eyes still locked upon each other, I unbuckled.