Men dressed as French maids, (or whatever). They couldn'tpass on a moonless night at midnight. There is an exception and that isshe-males. Most of ...hem not only could pass, but they are beautiful.But is seems that all they do is suck. If a TV looked like that, hewould go over to the other side in a heartbeat.So, here I am, a mature, married male, who not only enjoys wearingwomen's clothes, but tries to play the part of a woman. but cannot evergo out in public, because my mind and my body. He wouldn’t show me what He had bought, but since it was a Wal-mart bag, i presumed it was a pervertable item. Or, at least, i had hoped it was a pervertable item, though it must have been small. It didn’t take up much room in the bag. He went upstairs to shower and gather His things; i had asked if there was any service i could provide for Him, and His answer was that there was no service i could provide to Him at this time. So i asked for permission for a cocktail, received said permission,. She thought it must be like a little death, amortification: an ecstasy, a way to lose oneself, to become an objectat the disposal of another's will. But mostly she just drew pleasurefrom it. He was like a doll she could play with, or a mouse she couldtoy with.That was the word Heather had used when they talked about it overcoffee one day. Heather had a gorgeous body, and she liked to tease menuntil they made fools of themselves. When Jennifer told her about hernew sissy maid husband, she showed. She again asked what I was talking about. Again I took her face gently in both my hands and kissed her and asked her if she'd ever thought about how rare it is to have a chance to actually lick a load of cum out of a still virgin pussy? She looked at me as if I'd lost my fucking mind. I told her that I was serious and she said to go ahead an explain. I told her the reason it would require so much help from her was that I just didn't think I could/would have enough control to do it myself. I.