" Fuyumi stared at her number two, her disgrace of a number two. Her stare turned into a scowl and the man, if he could be called that, squirmed in hi... seat. "Instead of any of that, you come back and tell me you want to wash your feet? You can't quit. It's not an option."The man swallowed hard and put his hand on her desk, spreading his fingers out. "I'm willing to lose as many fingers as you want." It's not a matter of fingers!" Fuyumi leaned forward and pounded her desk with her fist. Her. She takes it and puts the money on the coffee table. Paul, again hesitates but reaches for his pants, digs out his wallet and gives her three twenties. She gets on her knees between my legs and latches onto my cock. She fully retracts my foreskin and her tongue licks around my cock head and up and down the underside of my shaft. She lowers her head and my cock is in her mouth. She sucks my cock and bobs up and down in a slow steady rhythm. I look over at Paul. His hand is wrapped around his. In my my long held opinion, based on nearly 60 years of wearing panties, that this is how we should define what is known as a panty boy. If you disagree with my opinions please feel free to comment regardless of how long you have been defining yourself by your desire to wear panties.First and foremost a panty boy does not restrict himself to panties only. So if you love all things female that does not exclude you from considering yourself a panty boy. For many of us our first step across that. Perhaps it did because Mrs. Childs said, ‘she’s very pretty, isn’t she?’ ‘Yes,’ I said. ‘Sit down and have some coffee and tell me how my roof is doing and I’ll tell you about Robin.’ It was an offer I couldn’t refuse. I poured myself some coffee and sat at the table. Mrs Childs sipped her coffee and looked away from me for a moment. I thought she had forgotten what she had said because sometimes her memory slipped but then she looked back at me and smiled and I knew she was remembering the.