He sat on the edge of a splintered table, while the dim lights flickered overhead. His arrogant eyes were aimed low as he used the box-cutter to clean...perfect fingernails. His image was a deity, to Ella. All the prettiness, the smooth skin, the flux of color in his bright eyes, That’s their job, Ella. They’re supposed to care. It’s an act! They’re paid to give a shit about your health. Hospitals. It’s ironically sadistic, isn’t it? And you told him everything. That asshole is out laughing. She laughed and said she was joking. I was a bit relaxed and placed my hands on her shoulders slipping them slowly towards her breast. As I was pressing her moulds she said the deal was just to see one other without clothes and not feeling. To this I started opening the buttons of the night suit’s top from the bottom. As I reached near her breast I started feeling them again. She again reminded me of the deal. I opened the rest of her buttons. The sight of her breast cupped in her bra made me. I can go on and on about what I told her, but the bottom line was I lied to her about the sudden windfall , I could of not told her about the money at all and went with my first impulse to fly up to the casino and try to double it, no triple it, but I know if I did not tell her about it, that's what would have happened and this story would be much much different .I told her that I was going to make a good chunk of cash on my next job and asked her if maybe she wanted to plan a little vacation,. He even made a joking comment about spanking me when I made a cheeky remark. That made me go very, very red. Desire was rising inside me. The reservoir of excitement behind my mental dam was filling at a rapid rate, and I kept having to remind myself that I couldn't let it out.As the pressure rose, I kept leaning forward, smoothing my skirt, tossing my hair, and tightly crossing and uncrossing my legs. But I had to keep my mental barriers up. I still hadn't mentioned anything about being trans..