"I didn't tell them I was playing a girl." Ah!" She laughed and started to paint something on to my eyes. "Wanted to surprise them?" Nope. Too chicken..." I admitted which made her laugh.Still chuckling she spent what felt like an age on my eye makeup. It was more to fill the silence as she worked, than in any real interest. I simply asked what the difference between stage makeup and cosmetics was."Density." She answered before launching in to an explanation, of why ordinary make up would just. When he finally quit he looked at me with affection in his eyes before he finally spoke again."Sarge you irreverent son of a bitch. Will you ever change your attitude and fit in around here?" Sir, I resemble your remark, but remember I don't belong here. I am an outlaw and probably always will be. I do my job and stay away from all the desk jockeys. That's why they all hate to see my face when I do have to show up here. No Sir, I will never change but you can fire me and let me go home." Oh. It’s a long time since anyone called me sexy. Hekissed me again as we stood in the kitchen and fondledmy breasts with me not resisting. he whispered in myear that he wanted me and wanted to take me upstairs. Iwas undecided part of me did and part of me didn’t butI allowed him to take my hand and lead me to thestairs. We kissed passionately at the foot of the stairs. Hishands roamed my ass and pulled me into his now hardcock. I led him upstairs to the spare bedroom as weclimbed the. As I touched her, her body sank into mine with enjoyment.“Mmm…I’ve been wet all day you know.”I slid one of my hands over her stomach and down the front of her panties, and was pleased that she hadn’t exaggerated. I touched her gently for a moment, before I was struck with an idea.“…Tomorrow, I think you should go bottomless…”“Would you like that; everyone staring at my pussy?” She said the last part slowly and seductively, as she turned around and got down on her knees. I watched her silently.