I was in my quarters. I had privacy if nobody wandered in. Access was by transporter pad only—no doors. Call it a tomb rather than a crib."Now's a g...od time for a banana split," I said as I staggered away from the sleep learner in the office area. I had a "bed room" consisting of a wall-to-wall gym mat that I used for sleeping or wild monkey sex—it was roughly the size of a boxing ring and doubled as an exercise area. I had a bathroom and dressing room of about the same ten meter by ten meter. I could see William was turned on by what he saw and when he explained how hot Anita looked, especially with her miniskirt while wearing no panties. My mate then went on to tell me how he wished his wife would be a big slut for him, like Anita was for me.My friend couldn't believe I didn't bother to approach them. Then I told him that she was way too much woman for one man and that black man Jerome gave her what she needed, at least twice a month.But William insisted I should go to see them. I. Between secretarial spread and the intervening decades, I would guess she was a size 16, not big enough for a BBW fetishist, but still, plenty to love.“Kathy,” I said, looking at the nameplate on her desk, “you remind me of someone I used to know.” I spun my yarn. “She was my first, but she was married and older, and, well, it couldn’t work out.”Kathy blushed but had nothing to say.“I know this is out of left field, and I don’t know anything about you,” I lied. “But it was just random that I. Ven though I was a football lineman in high school and then at a smallcollege, I always knew I had an urge for womens clothes and beingsubmissive. I recall having thoughts of being in a cage in my parentsback yard as my friends played hide and seek. I used to snitch stuff andthen go into the woods to an abandon house to dress up. The risk of beingfound and used was such a rush.But there was one Halloween - I was probably 16 or 17, I mustered up thecourage to go out trick or treating. My.