As I swallowed until the last drop of cum, Timothy kept slapping his still hard cock on my face, saying I was a good slutty cocksucker…He told me to...stand up, as he looked into my eyes, making me wet. I did and he grabbed my hair with his strong hand, making me bend over the table. He then ripped my thong off and, without any warning, he violently jammed his monstrous cock into my soaking wet but very tight pussy. My entire body began to quiver with pain and delight at same time, as he. Instead, I wanted to be a fashion designer. They make good money. Theyprovide an indispensable service to society. Most are self-employed andtake vacations when they want. Flexible hours. Lots of business write-offsfor tax purposes. Not a bad life. And all the beautiful clothing theydesigned and wore!They stared at me.Then I told them more; I was a crossdresser. I was of slim build;"delicate", a real man would say. I had naturally gravitated towardfashion design. I loved looking at the glamour. " I guess so, but it's not as strong for me as it is for you." Maybe not." She sat up, and then met my eyes. "But I think you're right. I need to teach as well as escort." Good," I said with a smile."Besides," she said, "it'll make it easier to see couples."I raised my eyebrows."You're not the only guy I've seen who's felt guilty about cheating, even though you weren't cheating. As an escort, my choice is to either take him as a client or reject him. If I'm teaching, I can suggest he see me. " Without comment, he turned and did so.Brenda was crying. "Oh, Freddy! Freddy, we have a baby girl!" she said happily. Dee and Willie descended on her then. Little Lizzy squealed happily from Dee's arms.The doctor was just finishing up and moving Brenda's legs down to lie flat on the bed, and he turned his concern to the other patient, nodding when everything met his satisfaction. "Congratulations, both of you," he told them, and then he turned away muttering loudly to himself. "Never saw.