“I figured I’d get you a cup made. Six sugars, right?”Rory nods, surprised that he is acting so normal. She expected some kind of confrontation,...some puppy dog action from him. Not this. She takes the cup and sits down at the table. A moment later Chance is taking his seat right across from her.“Did you hear that storm?” he asks. “It woke me up. How did you sleep?”Rory opens her mouth, then closes it. She opens it again and says, “Not too bad.”“Cool,” Chance says. “Want to play a game tonight,. There it was, that sweet musky fragrant smell anew. My other hand worked my shaft stroking and pulling the skin of my shaft over the tip of my head and back. I wiped the excess precum off of the tip and put my fingers in my mouth. A drop of cum spurted out of my cock at the taste. Almost like the sweet nectar of a woman's flower it tasted! As I continued slowly massaging my cock and sniffing these strange panties I could feel a presence again. I continued to stroke as I spread my legs and. I got stuck with the more mature woman called Madame R. I can’t really use her real name because she most likely has a lineup of lawyers that would sue my ass for slander if I revealed it right out in the open.Madame R. was definitely conflicted. She looked facially more like a man than a woman but underneath that expensive tailored suit was a model’s body of feminine perfection that was about as sexy as anything I had seen in my short unsheltered life.She came on to me right away and I must. "Oh, I don't know. I rather like you as you are. What do you think, Alfred?" Yes, my Lord, I think she looks very fetching." There you go you, see, Alfred and I think you look better as you are. Now you two wait there while Alfred calls the police." Police? What for?" I asked."Why, my dear chap, you enter my house, have sex with – I must say – a very beautiful lady, and ruin a very expensive bed cover. What else do you expect me to do?" Please, sir, I'm very sorry. Please don't call the police..