“I want to see you.” “Yes, Sir,” she said in a soft voice. I devoured her lithe body with my eyes. I touched every bit of her with my gaze... admired her as I would a work of art. “Eyes down.” “Yes, Sir,” she said again. She stared at the floor. Waiting. Not moving, except to breathe. I thought I still detected a hint of a smile. She timidly offered her arms and she trembled when I fastened black leather cuffs around her wrists. The posture collar I put on her was wide and. My reaching fingers made instant contact with her nipple and I felt it harden straight away under my touch and I heard her catch her breath. This was simply electric. My body was on fire, my brain was on fire, my cock was being played with by this young beauty whose breast was now being cupped in the palm of my hand. I reached over with my other hand and caught hold of her robe, pulling her up and towards me. Staring her straight in the eyes, our lips met and melted apart, followed. And I want you to fuck me with this big beautiful cock but tonight..I want you to cum on my face." I whispered to Greg. His cock growing rock hard in my hard. "I want you to make my face a hot sticky mess." Greg grunted and lifted me up by the ass cheeks and carried me to the bed. He set me down on my back, I lifted my legs so Greg could take off little black thong. He threw the thong aside as I spread my legs for him. Greg smiled and leaned in to pussy. He blew a stream of his breath on my. Eventually, I had sex with more men while wearing these.I always receive rave reviews for my performances, as well as my naturally smooth body. Anyway, I feel okay with cross-dressing, but was for a while still ambivalent about the sex. But having men saying I’m hot, feeling desired, wanted, lusted after, turning them on, then feeling their excitement and interest was and is a great turn on for me. I felt attractive, sexy, risqué, naughty, and feminine. I liked the attention, the lust, and of.