I felt them moving up my arms until they disappeared as my cotton shirt transformed into a woman's silk blouse. The collar also disappeared, as did t...e top two buttons. My necktie shrank down into a gold chain with a little heart-shaped locket at the end. The locket settled down into what I suddenly realized was my very attractive cleavage. I felt a rippling of material under the shirt as my T-shirt transformed into a lacy bra. A thought popped into my head that I needed a bra with my new. I wish I had the skill, I’d offer to do it. ‘I thought I was too tired.’ He lays his chin on top of my head. His arms feel wonderful around my body. ‘Thank you.’ ‘Oh, no, thank you…’ ‘Oh, no, thank you…’ We giggle, and share playful kisses. He holds me in the crook of one arm, my head resting on his shoulder, and he falls asleep. He really is tired from the journey. I cover him with a sheet, kiss his forehead, and go make dinner. * * * One week later is the annual awards banquet. It’s a big. After all, she was a young lady in the prime of her sexuality with a perfect hourglass figure.Whereas he was an old bugger, at the fag end of his sexuality and a complete contrast to her physical appearance. Yet fate had conspired in such a way that both these souls were embarking on a journey. It was not only frowned upon by society but also had no logical conclusion or a happily ever after for them.They were just going to hurt their near and dear ones if they got a whiff of what was brewing. Looking in between my legs, I saw my mistress wickedly smiling and kicking her lips. Whipping my body straight, flicking my hair behind me in a sexy show, I spun on one heel and kicked my panties out from under my stiletto. Flinging them into one of the peepholes, where one happy man could use them to jack off. "Hands and knees, crawl to me, slave." And so I did, wiggling my sexy ass as much as possible along the way. When I got to her knees, she bent slightly so that her fragrant pussy was.