”Slowly counting to three he sprung, pinning her body to the mattress, one hand over her mouth, the other sliding between her legs.“Shhhhhhhh,” ...e hissed into her ear kissing her neck gently, “don’t you dare scream, do you hear me,”She kept struggling, but nodded as his fingers found her slit. She wasn’t wet, at least not yet, but he figured she would be soon. As he quickly secured her hands up and out of the way he took the panties he had found and shoved them into her mouth, gagging her.“You. Yes, I raided my mothers lingerie drawer. I had to know what all thatsilky and wonderful clothing felt like. I had to know what it was liketo wear stockings and high heels and dresses. What started as acuriosity became a compulsion, a compulsion wherein each tentative stepled to the next. Lingerie led to dresses led to high heels led to wigsled to makeup, if you are reading this you know about the evolution of acrossdresser and have likely traveled the same path. There was a freedomand yes a. I spent hours completely wasting my time. The most serious book I browsed was 'Bartlet's Familiar Quotations', and an illustrated book on stress-relieving massage. After boring myself with that for a while I kicked around the East Side in Martha's neighborhood, getting horny going through nudist magazines at a newsstand until the proprietor shooed me away. I took a subway all the way to the Brooklyn Bridge and took another one back to where I started at 86th Street. Just before noon, I called. Mike was everything his employer wasn't: tall, athletic, his skin carefully tanned and regularly moisturised. His tight, sleeveless shirt had been well-chosen, and showed off the chiselled physique marvellously, while his jeans had to have been sown straight onto his behind, so snugly did they fit him. Mike never wore a beard, and currently his head was shaved as well making him look very youthful indeed. He too eyed the stage, although there was more passion in his eyes than in Mr..