The other was a short Frenchmaid outfit in black, with garter, black stockings and 4" high heel pumpswhich happened to fit each of us perfectly.I trie... not to show it but I was actually very pleased to be able to wearsuch feminine things which seemed to be made especially for me. Iguessed the other regular cross dressers in the group must be happy tooas these were quality clothes. I reveled in this small pleasure eventhough it was the reason I was here in the first place.Immediately after. "I can't go to work like this, with just my jacket on." Course you can," he chuckled.Ok, if he wants me to go out almost naked to an office full of young men who are just dieing to get their hot hand on my boobs, who am I to complain."Ok, ok," I held up my arms.I pulled on my jacket and picked up my car keys and left. Despite my saying earlier about it not being sexy, it was indeed very sexy. Every time I meet and talk to some guy I'm conscious of my state of undress and by the time I got home. Two huge Rottweillers appeared at a dead run, surrounding the car. Mandy rolled down the window, commanding, "Charley! 'Tilla! Make friends. Heel!" The dogs came off of alert, and meekly sat down on her side of the car. "It's alright, you can get out now," she told Jason. "O-K, I'm convinced, you don't need to leave a light on," replied Jason, nervously eyeing the dogs as he pulled the bags from the trunk. They watched him constantly, but never moved. While man-handling the trunks up the. No one paid overt attention to the other, but we all out of the corner of our eyes admired the shapely features on display. One fellow jogged back and forth on the narrow strip of beach, his testicles and penis bobbing as he ran. As was his intent. Clearly, an exhibitionist, plying his trade. The women watched him, some with sly smiles on their faces. We all knew what he was doing. How gauche. A woman walked toward the far end of the island where we were and joined the group. A beauty. .