He threw a few four-letter words her way and went to the door. “That just cost you breakfast.” He said slamming the door. That was just fine with ...er. The less she had to deal with him the better. This had been going on for days now and Sara was getting past the terrified feeling and moving toward the curious feeling. Why was this happening. What did this guy really want? What did he mean couldn’t have her damaged?Things started to come together for Slone one afternoon while sitting at the bar,. She was working on her second bottle when we ordered pizza and by then she started to openly flirt back with me and I was in my element, flirting with a beautiful woman while having a good time chatting and laughing. After eating she asked if I was in a hurry, there was a slight slur to her speech, but she was not drunk by a long shot and I said no, I wasn’t in a hurry. She ordered another bottle of wine, I was kind of shocked, because I never thought that she would or even could drink this. He did not want another raid from CIO officers. Were they waiting and watching? He could see no sign of them.He noticed her reflection in the window, and turned to look at her again. She was a vision of blond loveliness. Very similar to the centrefold in the 10 year old copy of Playboy he kept under the counter.He drank in sight of the soft youthful skin on her slender neck and imagined what the rest of her body would be like. He checked himself when he saw the protuberances straining the front. I totally enjoy have cock in my ass. It feels right. I don’t feel strange having cocks inside me. I don’t feel ashamed that I suck cock. I love getting dressed up like a girl, love how I feel, love how the clothing takes me away from being a regular guy and lets me be a sissy, woman, slut whore, just a completely different change, that makes me feel good. While I explore this different side, if I need to do somethings that might be considered gay, or looked down at, so be it. If I’m dressed.