In real life I would pass completely except for my face with all themakeup its feminine and in the right light I pass. I've been to straightbars and r...staurants and if the light is soft and low I pass. But themakeup is so theatrical that it draws attention and most people intuitthat women don't wear that much causing more attention etc.In a low breathy voice I said "Maybe I could do something for you, I don'thave money but I could clean your place or something." I reached out againand touched. ‘Go back in the living room,’ she told him. No sense in continuing this bath stuff. Time to clean this bathroom, she thought as she got out of the tub and dried off. Bra and panties were her only clothes as she scrubbed the bathroom clean, rearranging the toiletries and putting all the dirty clothes in the basket. She ran some fresh bath water and watched as her baby played in the bubble bath. Ten minutes later she scooped him out of the tub, dried him, clothed him and put him in his playpen.. And every time I got a blowjob for keeping quiet about it and another one for eating her pussy. I did finally get to fuck her myself, but it was several years later when I was eighteen and she was twenty-three and the married mother of two. She had me eat her out after I fucked her "for old times sake." The point I'm trying to make here is that I developed a taste for pussy at a very early age, with or without cum in it.Mellisa did me one very great favor; she told her friends that I was good. I wasn't gay, I didn't want to be akitten, I didn't want to be a woman and I was one hundred per cent male.Always was, always would be. The fact that I could work in a place likethis, and wear the clothes I did, only went to prove how safe I was in myown sexuality. If I had been in any way unsure, I wouldn't have worn thegolden shorty shorts.After a couple of weeks, Rod was up to five hundred pounds. That's fivehundred pounds to spend half an hour in a room with him, with no one elsethere. Just.