It was almost an automatic reaction to swirl her luxurious hair into his fluffy towel like a turban. "Strange"? he thought to himself, " This is pure ...ensual luxury, what would 'Walt' have done after this bath?". "Wait a minute"? She thought in a momentary identity crisis. "This is ME, and that was WALT"."The rest of the day was spent in nervous irritation of ill-fitting androgynous clothing. "God", Nicole whispered to herself. " I have to get some decent clothes"! " Or at least a pair of shoes. Wriggling my ass, I masturbated as I sucked his large dick. At this point, Sam pushed my head and shoulders back and pulled his cock out of my mouth. I protested, trying to get his dick back in my mouth, but Sam took my hands away. My tits stood out firm, the nipples fully erect, pink and stiff. Sam let his cock slide down my neck and down my breastbone until it rested between the two mounds of flesh. Sam took one of my hands firmly, putting it on the side of my breast, then the other, . I brush a finger against it, and you furrow your brow, biting my thumb suddenly and roughly. Guess you don't like being reminded that guy's still around. No worries, though. Daddy has the magic touch. I nudge your clit aside, and cup your bald coin purse. I massage it gently, making it shrink under my touch. In a few seconds, it's gone, leaving nothing beneath your clit but bare, smooth flesh. I begin rubbing my fingers into the spot where the tiny sac was, puffing it out into a small, tight. They both showed up wearing silk jumpsuits much to Dan’s surprise. He kissed them, got drinks for them and they gathered at the round table. “You look very nice tonight, LF, very different from your gallery attire.” “I look like a girl; is that what you mean Dan?” “Yes, a feminine, attractive girl.” They were having dinner tonight so LF and Dan could talk at serious length about his office art project. Artsy had talked with Dan about defining a parameter of risk taking that fit the corporate.