.Well, that's easy to disprove. Take off your shoes!I...Take off your shoes or I call security!OK, please, don't call anyone... I am taking them off.....Yup, pantyhose and painted toenails... Hot pink! Are you gay?Crossdresser?I... My wife makes me wear this...That sounds like a lame, made-up excuse!No, really, it's... a game we play...She makes you wear female clothing under your regular one?Yes...Now, I want you to be honest with me, your employment depends on it. Donot skip on any details.. As much as her mind was abuzz with curiousity, she carefully maintained what she assumed was her regular breathing rhythm.Then suddenly she felt fingers spreading her cheeks and the unmistakeable cold dab of lubricant being applied to her swollen, tender asshole. She could not held but flinch, another shudder as the chill ran through her and she adjusted to the change as the person carefully smeared it around, then deftly pushed a little inside her with a fingertip.In Tegan's mind it was no. Not surprisingly, those who experienced the dubious pleasure of conversation with Paul were reluctant to seek him out again.The main reason for Paul and Beatrice being there was not for the opportunity to socialise as they were soon to discover when they gathered together with several hundred fellow scientists in a spacious semi-circular auditorium to be briefed on the rest of the mission. The couple were positioned close to the front where not only did they have a very good view of who was. She wore a front clasping bra that left her nipples exposed, clearly visible through the thin material. She had on the darkest mascara I had ever seen her in, and red ruby lipstick. The lipstick matched her bright finger and toenails. The sandals that exposed her bright red toenails also boasted two to three inch heels. The effect on her legs and ass, particularly against the tight, small skirt that gripped her hips, was breathtaking. She just glared, challengingly at me. Rachel, you cant go to.