A mezzanine floor took up the back third and all manner of metals in bars, sheets and rods, and some half-made items, were stacked on shelves under it...and on it.One could also access the back-storage room from the Smithy and the Designing room from a door on the mezzanine floor. The patio that formed the roof of the porch ran the full length of the front of the house to the end over the Smithy. It was covered by an extension of the hipped roof.Each bedroom had sliding glass doors that accessed. I guess he had been watching me for a while but,I felt a Hand cover mine, and the hot fog of his breath on my ear fallowed by the clunk of his bag when it hit the floor. He moved my hand out of the way and substituted his in return. His hand was slightly colder than mine but my skin quickly adjusted to the change. His fingers just as I had pictured them through the long week. The teased my lips gently before his fingers brushed against my clit sending a moan from my lips, I knew what that moan. .. I neversaw a man and thought to myself "wow, they're hot" in the same way thatI did when I saw a cute girl. But still, it was an interesting thoughtand it added a new dimension to my dressing up.I never told any of my admirers my name. It didn't seem appropriate totell people what my "male" name was, and neither did I want to use the"female" name which my former Mistress had given me. So I just calledmyself "j" in all communications. I'd seen profiles of TVs withridiculous pseudonyms like. My hands shook a little as I tried to hide my shame. I nervously looked around the room to find a spot where I could sheild my face.I wanted the room to myself. I waited and pretended to be interested in the straight porn. I must have been in there for hours waiting for the last person to leave. As soon as the last guy left, I immediately headed for the backrow. I scanned the bottom rack only to find nothing but softcore porn and a few gay titles. I was very disappointed. I left the video store.