." Oh, it's a lot more than that. You testified under oath that you'refemale. You perjured yourself. You'd go to prison and, with your juicyequipme...t, I bet you'll never be off your knees or your back."Janice left Bobbie sobbing and alone as she walked into another office.There were shouts and the sounds of a desk being pounded. Then,suddenly there was laughter. Bobbie didn't know which was worse.Janice returned. "There's one way out. If they expect a female, let'sgive them one." But,. It was a hell of a turn on watching these three young men undressing and making out with my wife and I found my cock to be straining in my pants. It was then that I noticed Jeff and Lynn had stopped dancing and were standing there watching the guys and my wife. Lynn was standing in front of Jeff leaning back against him as he wrapped his arms around her. I was a little concerned they would be upset, but it seemed they also were enjoying the show.I turned my head back to watch just as my wife. Their tongues intertwined and she let out little gasps and moans from beneath. He then moved his mouth towards her breast and began suckling on her now perky little pink nipples. All throughout he kept his fingers up inside of her and she was beginning to moan louder. After a while he released his grips on her and stood up and looked over at me. I nodded and he began to undress. Saras eyes lit up huge and she again got that fearful look on her adorable face when his massive cock sprung from. There were only so many erotic stories or trannie porn films I could watch before I could truly relate to the thrill of wearing wigs, tight skirts, boots and pantyhose for men, fetishests and crossdressers. In a way the less convincing the crossdresser looked the more I yearned for them. I met my first proper boyfriend who shared my fetish for Lycra and tights while I was still at Uni. He was an older work colleague of my friend, Kev. His nickname was Speedy. I fancied him from the first.