Cindy says it's going to be a good half an hour, so we might as well go to her office to get the check.We take the walk down the hallway to her office... She has a wine glass in her hand. She's clearly a little tipsy, as am I. She makes some idle chit chat about how much she is enjoying the music, and how she appreciates being able to play last minute. I tell her I'm happy to do it, and that I'm having a great time. We get to her office and she unlocks the door. Her office is small. She has a. ’ ‘You’ll have no problem there Paul. Oh, can I still call you Paul?’ I laughed. ‘Yes, we’re all on first names here when talking to each other, but if there’s a stranger or a customer about, it’s Mr. Newton. Let me show you.’ I went to the door and called out for Maureen and went and sat down again. ‘Yes Mr. Newton?’ ‘Could we have two coffee’s please,’ ‘Certainly sir,’ she said and left and closed the door. ‘See!’ I said with a smile. She was back a few minutes later with a tray and two. I was escaping the wrath of my mother, the confusion of my older brother and younger sister, and reminiscing about the Anglo father I never knew growing up. I changed my birth name (Brianna) to Bronx, cut my hair to reflect the style most young men wore at that time, and began to deal with my life as a transgender male. Yeah, I was a wreck. My mother was expecting me to marry a young man within the Muskogee nation, but I kept telling her that I was struggling with myself. I was in the wrong. Her lips, tongue and hands worked together with her hungry sucking. The sight of her beautiful brown eyes looking up at me while her lips stretched around my cock was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. I struggled against the urge to cum. The feeling passed and I relaxed and enjoyed.“Okay, that’s enough for now,” I said, feeling the urge to cum again.Liv released my cock with a little pout.“Take off your panties,” I instructed.She stood up eagerly and pulled off her blue thongs. She stood up.