She wasn't an extremely skinny woman but she wasn't hefty either. After I finished unbuttoning the second button I finished up with the third button,...and as I did, the jacket slid to the sides allowing me access to her white shirt. It was like any other business shirt top, nothing special.Growing impatient I decided not to be bothered with the buttons and just rip the shirt open. Just as I figured, her bra was the same color and material as her panties. It was a sexy bra to, no padding for. Kissing and touching each other, enjoying each other immensely, and getting the rest of us turned on in a big way. The boss of the pub had been giving me the eye for quite a few months, and tonight, he decided he wasn't going to wait any more. We were all sat chatting, and touching each other, getting more and more turned on. I was getting moist and my clit was screaming out to be rubbed. I really didn't care who did it, as long as someone did. My boss seemed to sense my body and stuck his hand. "Two minutes. I can already taste those lips." Be quiet!" she meant to scream but which came out more of a plea.He looked at his watch."One minute," he pronounced.She turned desperately to look back at the concession stand but Randy was nowhere in sight. She then turned to look down the rows of cars to see if somehow he might be approaching from another direction."I'm telling you, he isn't coming back for at least another fifteen, twenty minutes." But ... but..." Ah, time's up," he. She left her wife shortly afterwards, was shunnedby her family and sacked by her boss. She tried to live as a woman butfound it very hard. Stop gap jobs kept her alive and she started workingas an escort. At first she looked very masculine and attracted aparticular type of customer. She worked days in a caf? and nights as anescort. All her money went into increasing her feminisation.She had been attacked and beaten up a few times in the early days untilshe could become more feminine. When her.