You would be my own personal sex slave. Underneath your fear I see a very sexual woman. Yes, yes, he muttered to himself as he closed and locked the d...or.He slowly turned around and took three steps towards me and put his hand under my chin. He leaned down and surprisingly kissed me softly. I slowly began to relax as his kisses became more passionate yet soft. When I felt his tongue touch my lips I opened my mouth and moaned and leaned into him.Please I sobbed quietly. Please let me prove to. I was feeling a bit better now and me and Sue went for a coffee, and must have looked like two girlfriend's out shopping. However she was softening the blow for the next session of shopping which was the acquisition of my new work wardrobe! She started by making me try on a few suits, but this time they had short skirts! “No way Sue!” I barked as she handed them me. But of course she had no intention of backing down. How worse could it be they all new about me being a cross dresser albeit. We dressed up and left for the theatre. There was rarely any crowd in the audience. Those few present were busy kissing each other. We too did not resist and kissed each other. Rekha wanted me to go a step further and lick her pussy. I agreed and did so. She moaned very loudly that everyone looked at us. I felt very embarrassed. Rekha apologized to me and we left for home. It was night and we were tired. We did not have sex that night and decided to do it next morning.Next morning I woke up. She was so pist saying how she wasn’t going to be able to get to her car before leaving with the group of volunteers. It was then she did the unthinkable. She dropped the cap toe ballet flats into the plastic bag and swung the bag under her desk, shut everything down and said “I’ll see you tomorrow”. She wasn’t gone longer than maybe 30 minutes before I was in the bathroom thrusting my dick in and out of those cap toe flats. I fucked them three times that afternoon, basically shooting blanks by.