“bad girl!...” I smiled. “you did not have to trick me I would have fucked you any where”“good, I put the offer in on the loft.” she sp...t on my rod and rubbed it in. “You would not believe how fast they took it. They really want it sold.” She licked me again “You can move in next month”“really! I guess that means I owe you a bonus” She smiled and stood up. I grabbed her ass and pulled her to me and stuck my tongue down her throat. I quickly un zipped the dress and it fell to the. ” She followed them into the club. Just a scattering of single men, mostly older. Just one dancer. The other three there were gathered at the bar, chatting with the older woman, former dancer and hooker, who served drinks during the day. Seeing Frenchie they started to scatter. “Mona, Bella, take the stage. Opal, work the fucking room.”“Yes ma’am,” they all said.Frenchie chuckled. “You can’t really blame them,” and returned to the entryway behind the curtain.Liv and Lionel sat at small table at. I rounded up as many as I could catch, a total of $17.00.Feeling totally humiliated as onlookers had gathered, pointingand laughing at me, I sank into the sanctuary of the driver'sseat, and began to sob uncontrollably. Laura was right! She toldme this was exactly where I'd end up when we broke off ourengagement. I have been a submissive cross-dresser for as long as I canremember. My earliest recollection of dressing up is when I was4. My mother dressed me in my sisters majorette uniform. She asked Jean, "Doesn't that bother you? Billy looking, I mean?" It woulda a couple of years ago," she answered, mimicking Margi's pronunciation a little, "but now it doesn't. In fact, I like it!" But it seems so... so sexual, don't you think?" I hope so!" Jean replied with a chuckle. "That's some of the fun of it. Oh, there's a real comfort in not being tied up in false modesty, but above that, there's a sweet charge that we admire each other." It sounds like... I mean, I've always been so.