It's not easy to know where to start. I suppose my routine - that's what got me into this, I guess.Each morning, after my mother went to work, I had t...ree or four hours before my shift at the factory started. I would get the box from under my bed and dress myself. The stockings, the suspender belt, the bra, the patent heels.I would brush down my long hair and apply my make up, slip into a short mini-dress and admire myself in the mirror. I loved turning from Fred to Freda in the mornings. I'd. ." Yes, yes," Stuart mock-sighs, getting out of bed and pulling on a cleanpair of boxer shorts. "Can't wait until I can be the one taking Orange'splace..." I can't wait either," I say with a smile as my boyfriend leaves me todilate in peace.After dilating, showering, pulling on a clean bra and thong and applyingmy make-up, I dress for the day in shiny black tights and a clingy,long-sleeved patterned playsuit, finishing with my designer sunglassesand a cute pair of flats- a perfect casual yet. Your ass is my prize tonight," agreed Gary."Of course I wouldn't have let them fuck me without your permission."There were seven men in the steam bath with us all in their forties to sixties. Three stepped forward to be pleasured by me. I knelt on the floor, Gary stood behind me.He whispered in my ear, "Fucking hell, you're making me horny."He kissed my ear and I took this as my cue to kneel. Someone tossed me a towel to pad my knees. The three who wanted their release stood before me side. I have no complains. We would fuck at the drop of a hat and enjoyed oral especially, if one was tired or we had time limitations. That ended two years ago in a car crash in which my wife died. The compensation from the crash paid for these rundown stables and the money to fix them up. Oh and I can’t father c***dren! Other than that I now have six very wealthy horse owners. Their fees alone will keep the stables at break even and we’re expanding.Julie is I8 and Mary is I6. They have become.