“Suck it,” he whispered. I placed my hands on his hips as I sucked his cock-slowly, then more quickly. He stroked the back of my head as I felt t...e tip of his dick poke the back of my mouth. I loved the smell of his sex, the smoothness of his body, his entire being. In such a short period of time, I was completely consumed with him. I couldn’t get enough of him. Hong’s moan’s filled the small bathroom and the echo magnified the sound of his pleasure. I felt him getting harder in my mouth. His. The vibrations and stimulation had me swooning. “Looking rather flushed love,” he laughed. This continued. I was biting my lips, the sensations hummed and pulsed through me. “Wet love?” Frank asked. “I’m fucking soaking, utterly fucking soaking,” I smiled and whispered back. “God Frank it’s bloody great. My clit is actually throbbing, I can fucking feel it pulsing!”I had slightly parted my legs, nothing too obvious, but I knew Frank was aware I was creaming nicely and if we had been anywhere. Anyway, he's really into bondage and he's always been after me to give it a try. Steve’s fiftieth birthday was coming up, so Mark and I decided that as his gift we'd throw him a surprise bondage birthday.We put a really thick, comfy duvet on our kitchen table, which I lay down on. I was naked, except for my black, stay-up stockings and six inch heels. Mark slid me down the table so that my legs were dangling over the end of the table, and he put a pillow under my ass, making my pussy easily. They giggledasking how I liked all my new underwear?Back at home Sally start asking thousands of questions for her papershe said. Like how did I reaction to the women and their giggles at mewhile wear a see though top, walking with a purse and just girlyshopping.I told Sally was happy to help her with her paper. It was a realexperience and showed me a different side of your women's life.Just then the phone rang, it was Ann. The mother of the crossdressingson, Elizabeth. I thought this "fun".