"Well, thank you, but I had help," I saidtrying to deflect the compliment."It's not just the clothes, hair and make-up. I watched you walk acrossthe ...ard and up the sidewalk to our house. You move pretty good in heelsfor a first-timer. And I've watched you as you took off your gloves andcoat. The way you moved, And the way you sat. I think there's moregirl in you than you might care to admit. I think deep inside you'vewanted to do this for a very long time."There was a period of silence. Neither Doyle nor Marcusrecognised him. He suspected neither of them even recognised him asmale. As far as both of them were concerned they were speaking to agirl. A girl out on her own in the early hours of the morning. A girlwearing an extremely short dress and heavy make up. With a sudden rush,it dawned on Art what Doyle had meant by, "are you working?" The boys inthe car thought he was a hooker."Are you sure. You look like you're working." I'm not." Art knew what danger he was in. If either. In the nude of course. I was to remain nude for the weekend, regardless of the circumstance. He eventually fucked me and filled my ass with his cum.I slept fitfully, my ass open and wet from the fucking I took. I slid out of bed at 7:00 and quietly went to the bathroom in the guest room... I quickly showered,douched, etc. I quietly crept back to his bedroom, he was laying on his side now... his cock against the bed. I pulled back the covers slowly and could see his cock but could not suck it. I. Being shy, and this having never happened to me before, I didn’t turn around to see who it was. Enjoying what was going on, I was hoping the people around me wouldn’t notice what was happening. The hand slowly slid to the front of my body until it stopped on my upper thigh.I could now see it belonged to a man. Continuing to move his hand upward on my thigh, he reached his final destination–my crotch. Massaging my cock through the fabric of my pants, my cock was now responding to his.