..Where did I go from here? What was male about the person saw in themirror in front of me? The only thing that was still male about me, apartfrom t...e basic equipment making a tent in my panties, was my hair. Myhair had always been my way of expressing my rebellion against authority.I had worn it long in the all boys school I had attended where everyoneelse wore it short. I had had a Mohican shortly after starting work inthe bank.As I sat in my reverie Catherine was working my way into a. "wow, they actually did it" she muttered, smiling. It was like a one-room flat. There was a small kitchen area with a sink, fridge, microwave, washing machine and tumble dryer. There was also a door to the left-hand side, which led to an en-suite with a toilet, shower and sink. Her mum had even brought up all her consoles, which she promptly set up. As she was setting up the consoles, she noticed a pair of large curtains. She slowly approached them, slipped through them and looked around. The. Well damn now he had me, looking him in the eyes as I got up from the floor, I told Aaron to stay there while I checked to see if Mark was still asleep. As I re-entered the bathroom from the hall, I locked the door and removed my jersey exposing all of myself to Aaron. With him still sitting on the edge of the tub as I had told him, I sat down on the floor right in front of him and turned my head upward so I could look him in the eyes just as I started to lick his very large balls. He groaned. My staccato breaths give me away. We both know I’m going to be a very dirty girl. It’s inside me, smouldering, ready to break free with your manipulation of my body. You know exactly where to touch my quivering form, peeling back the layers of my daily façade and exposing my indecency. My mind screams for more, harder, craving that frenzy of emotion, but I hold it in. I don’t want you to know all of the power you have over me. I’m not going to give you complete control over me… at least not.