You don’t worry.” I dint remove my hand. All I was thinking was my hand and I don’t know what she was thinking. The hand or the bill. I slowly p...lled my hand down besides her not to raise doubt but I somehow got the feeling she was totally ok with what I did. I could see her worried. I patted on her thighs a couple of times more to make it comfortable. Next time I wanted to pat her I wanted to put my hand under her chuiridar on top of her pants. So the next time she said something about the. Her pussy lips teased from between her legs and as she reached to the lowest shelf to retrieve the orange juice, her butt cheeks parted slightly, exposing her butthole that I had been feasting on a few hours earlier. I let out an involuntary gasp of pleasure at the sight.She looked back at me, still bent over, and blushed.“What?”, she said slightly shyly.“I was just admiring your ass”, I said with a grin.She stood back up, placing the juice on the counter and stepped closer to me. Her breasts. She wet my hair and used a few small rollers in the front and brushed out the back. In the end she used what she called a fall, which was added to the top of my head and held in place with some pins and a built in comb. When she was done I had to admit that it was a lot more comfortable than the wig, and made me look a bit more naturally feminine. Then she went on to show me the tricks of makeup, and at the same time she thinned my eyebrows into a wider arch. "Now we get you dressed." I watched. Judy would probably never be able to do that, nor would she ever want to. To the other guys in the office, she was nearly invisible. They seemed relieved that I had finally brought someone on board who offered no interest or challenge to them. If they noted her at all, she was just a short, slightly plump, frizzy-haired girl with a modest, low-key personality.However, I didn't care what they thought. I was starting to see her completely differently; that Joni Mitchell line about a woman of.