"Once" was three nights a week. Then four. Then five.I expanded my feminine wardrobe. And I made friends. All of whom werefellow denizens of the No-F...y Zone. We were there to wear our pretties.Not for that disgusting disgustingness that went on outside the Zone.Though it did make my balls ache to watch it. And remember Abby.One Wednesday, early in July, I showed up at Panty Pride, as usual.Said hello to the security guards in the lobby, as usual. Wonderedwhether they were flirting with me, as. He squeezed by ass cheeks. But I really wanted to leave the place. Made some excuses and left. I come out of the house and many faces looking at me. I literally ran away from that street. Later I realized his room is a regular hookup place for many gays.It took at least 6 months for me to forget this incident and start searching for the next guy,Then comes my fav guy venki. Found him on yahoo chat and was jerking him-him. Was very comfortable with him and we shared a phone number. He wud call. "Thanks, Harry. Bill me." I said, and closed the connection.We spent almost an hour with the CID types. They got answers to most of their questions. They had been able to gather so much evidence because the heating plant door was locked. It could be opened from the inside by pushing down the door handle, but from the outside, you needed a key. They found the perp's key inside on the floor. Of course, the MPs had a master key to get in.They also took a set of Amber's finger-prints to use for. She looked at me glassy eyed and slowly descended till she was straddling my face. My cock now stood totally erect, jutting out like a tower pointing skyward. Reaching back she felt its heat and hardness and quickly pulled her hand away. Looking into my eyes as she began to scoot her pussy back and forth we both discovered its inherent eroticism. (She had always been a little self conscious about her weight and had never been on top) Her weight pressing down against my face turned me on and.