Look, now don't take this wrong, but would you come over here? It seems I could use a little help."Without thinking I was on my feet and lying down ne...t to him, my dick as hard and throbbing as could be. "Yeah?" I asked, stupidly, still handling my penis, stroking slowly up and down. Both beds were king size so there was plenty of room for both of us and we were about a foot apart.I stroked some more, thoroughly embarrassed but aroused as could be. The mixed emotions were actually intensifying. The night I met Ralph, I was wearing a short, tight undershirt dress I'd found in a thrift store. Thigh-highs and heels completed my costume. I had learned that when I was in drag, men would approach me in the theaters. As a submissive, I preferred men to initiate our sexual encounters, rather than me asking them.Ralph wanted more than just a good blow job. He fondled my breasts there in the dark theater. I adore a man's strong hands on my body and urged Ralph to handle me roughly if that would. It was just past noon, and variously clad students from the University of Washington mingled with staid businessmen and scurrying housewives under a cloudless sky. Few noticed him, fewer gave him a second glance and that was just the way he wanted it. Medium height, too old to be a student or computer nerd, not dressed formally enough to be a businessman, he was just there, an unobtrusive presence in his slacks and lightweight knit shirt with its open collar, taking up sidewalk space on a. How about Friday? Sally will be round at her girlfriend's place doing their A-Level Biology Project. I'm free on Fridays. Come round then, all right?"Sally's mother looked different, somehow. Younger, or something. Something you couldn't quite put your finger on."But what sort of job is it?" Just a bit of maintenance in the bedroom. It needn't take you long. You can take a look at it and see how long it will take you."Was it the bra? She was wearing one, you could see the undersides of the.