I knew he had pulled strings to get me the position at the Embassy and it was my way of returning the favor because I knew he was still sexually activ... and he hadn’t had any since his wife passed away only six months prior.At the moment he was down there eating my pussy quite expertly and I wondered if he had done that with his wife or had a series of affairs on his overseas assignments where his wife was unable to accompany him.When he mounted me a second time, I marveled at his vigor for his. Even as I started dressing the part of a sissy in the privacy of my own home, I knew it was way to late in life for me to ever resemble a "passable" gurl. I was never going to trap anybody.My jerkoff sessions became long and orchestrated. I'd dress up, spend hours gooning over big, juicy cocks on the internet, fantasizing about being the slutty little pornstars in the videos, and often shoot a huge load of cum on my chest or face with one of my growing collection of rubber dicks stuffed up my. Something about the seatback attracted his attention. He fumbled for a moment, then found the catch. A panel opened between them. ‘A refrigerator?’ Zack was incredulous. The chilled compartment was stocked with (what else?) Mountain Dew. Crissy was laughing again. ‘It’s so cute! You were just like this when you won it!’ ‘When I ‘won it’? Wha… what do you mean?’ ‘Here.’ She rummaged in the glove compartment for a moment. ‘Look.’ The registration said ‘Zachariah Joseph Lee’. ‘Oh.’ ‘You won. I could see the men staring at me as I worked out. My tight sleevless top showed a clear view of my tits in profile and my tight legging were planted firmly between my arse checks giving a perfect picture of my tight arse. There smiles, eyes and unheard comments burned into me with each passing second. I started to breath heavily. I felt like I was hyperventilating and my stomach was turning knots. I needed to feel something inside me and I was trembling with need. I jumped off the exercise.