The doorbell rang and nervously I went and opened it. Roger looked at me and then looked at the number on my door with a puzzled look on his face "it'... me Roger” I said in my low sissy voice he stared at me and burst out laughing "so it is, so it is", I left him at the door and minced my way into the living room, giving him an opportunity to take in the sight of me in my stockings and tiny minidress. I heard a whistle behind me and "sexy"I giggled, surprising myself at how subservient I had. A two shelf filing cabinet, also black, sat to the right of it. Bookshelves of the blonde wood matching the table top desk filled the right wall of the office.“I left the bed, thinking you might have some late nights here,” he explained. “I also got you dedicated lines,” he said, pointing at a black phone with buttons. “One for the phone and one for a fax if you need it. I think you can have other lines come through, like for your apartment downstairs. Change it how you like,” he shrugged.“It’s. For years, I have come in the middle of the night bearing gifts, having listened to you as you share your deepest desires with me. So, you have come to trust me, and to see me as your friend. You've been told that I am a voyeur at heart, and that I see you when you sleep and know when you're awake, but you find that thought comforting. After all, I know you better than any any other man could possibly know you, for every time you sit on my lap, you give me a piece of yourself. And, yes, I. She didn't say a word but was just watching. Our eyes met and she sort of half smiled and just sat on the stairs and continued to watch in silence. James the lad was now in full swing and was just wanking me off. I asked if he had done this before and he replied only to him self. I asked if he would like to try and suck the end of my cock. He didn't say a thing and got onto his knees. He grasped the base of my cock and squeezed hard and in one long movement ran his hand up my length. I looked.