“I am not in the habit of paying for sex, Darling,” I told her bluntly.“Your so good looking I’d do you for free,” she replied was a twinkle...in her eye.“Cute, you should see me in drag. I am told I make a cute little sissy slut,” I told her with a twinkle in my eye.Well it turned out that Ida had a thing for cross dressing twinkle toe men like me. We meant at her apartment and she explored my limits and found I had few. She suggested that I dress very slutty and come to work with her one. Her eyes stayed closed. I put my hand down, and placed it softly on the inside of her knee. She shuddered a little, but it wasn't a flinch, and her eyes stayed closed. I had permission to continue. I began to run my hand up and down the inside of her thigh, enjoying the feel of her smooth white skin. Each stroke, I ended a little higher; ready at any moment to leap back, if there was a protest.There was none, and after four or five strokes, my hand bumped into her panties. She made a. " Of course, who wouldn't want to go to all of those charity balls?" Now wait a minute..." Favorite color, pink or black?" That's it? I can only choose pink or black?" That's right. Which is it? Pink or black?" I can't say neither?" Nope. Which is it?"Of course, Shannon had already heard me rail against the standard 'NewYork Black'. Did people suddenly become color-blind when they moved tothe city?"Pink," I sighed."Of course! Okay now. Would you rather go shopping, or to the spa?" Shopping or. We're divorced. It's over - I don't want to talk about it."Pat just sat quietly during John's tirade. "Yes, John. Irene and I have talked - in fact we've talked quite a bit. When we left your apartment she drove me home, came in and we talked for quite awhile. WAIT...", she exclaimed when John suddenly rose and strode to the door. He grabbed the knob, but it appeared that the door was securely locked. He turned to Pat, anger evident in his eyes."It's locked and the key is here," and Pat put her.