She started to giggle nervously and started to walk down the Hall. She got about 15 feet into the hallway and I told her to pull up her dress and she ...id so. She started to twirl around and showing me her ass, Then she bent over and with her ass pointed at me, looked back through her legs at me and reached up and pulled her ass cheeks apart to show me her asshole, all the while she locked eyes with me and started to run her finger in circles on her asshole. Oh my God what a turn on. I looked to. Johnson added, "And I get a free one each time, for my efforts."Alexa scowled, "Forget it. You pay just like anyone else."Mr. Johnson shrugged, "I should get a free one for hosting. Otherwise we can do it at your parents house? Or maybe you want to spring for a hotel room, but that will dig into your profits." Fine." Alexa agreed, exasperated. "One free one. But only if you find at least five guys, and only at your house. If you think I'm coming back to this grungy old office to jerk you off. And nobody knew.Except, there I was again, turning on my camera trying to explain, torelate, to report somehow what it was that I was experiencing. I wantedto be ordinary. But I didn't feel ordinary. My audience was bothanonymous and connected. I was emerging as a woman and my audience wasthere to guide and share and witness in such an extraordinary way.By day, I'd make my forays in public. This body, my body, feltcomfortable now. It really did. And that's saying a lot. If you were. She came out a few minutes later, her shirt back on. We smiled at each other but she made it clear that her virginity and nothing below her waist rules still remained enforced. I asked her if that meant we wouldn't ever do what we just did again but she said we could but that would be the limit.Over the next few months our make out sessions would end with me jerking and blowing all over her chest. I began to get bolder, taking off all my clothes and her shirt while we were making out. I never.