“Here,” you say, getting out your wallet and opening it. “That was, ah, fantastic. Never had anything quite like… well, anyway, here’s a tip...” You hold out the cash. I open the babydoll, exposing my underwear to you again. “Right boob,” I say. You look confused for a second, then laugh and gently slip the money into my right bra cup, down underneath my breast, giving it a little squeeze as you withdraw your hand. “Oh,” I say, pouting. “Nothing for the left one?” I shake my other tit, letting. Ann just stood there for a minute looking totally stunned. She finally came around and looking at Gail and then me, "All right" she began "What do you want for them and keeping your fuckin' mouths shut" she added "I want to see you suck on Joe's cock" Gail answered back. Ann looked at Gail, "No fuckin' way" she replied. I could see Gail smile and look at Ann seriously, "Well then I guess Walt will need to see these" as she waved the photos around. Ann stared at her for a minute and then, "All I. "You are soooooooo fucked!" Rachel whispered at me, and I knew that she was right. I had perfectly good intentions: I would tease Jeff, let him dominate me, but keep the sexuality to the level of teasing. And now I knew what Rachel clearly understood: I was fucked. It wouldn't happen today. Not tomorrow either. But one day soon, despite my best intentions, I would be down on my knees, begging Jeff to fuck me.Sigh.I stood up and walked around behind Rachel. She showed no desire to get up from. However, as I explored my growing interest in lingerie, I found myself growing more and more aroused by crossdressing and shemale porn. These soon became a regular part of my frequent masturbation fantasies. I eventually acquired a small (carefully hidden) wardrobe of my own erotic things, including thongs, boyshorts, stockings, bras, breast forms, miniskirts, and camisoles. Whenever I was able to have some private time by myself (like on business trips), I would dress up and enjoy the look and.