His hand moved down across my panties which made me gasp and grow even wetter. I couldn’t help but moan as he rubbed on my wet pussy and kissed me d...eply. I winced a little bit when his fangs nipped at my lips, drawing blood. He then pushes my panties down a bit in order to gain more access to my body. My body was in a state of ecstasy and it was completely exhilarating to be on the receiving end of such pleasure. I found myself gripping the edge of the bed above my head as Michael pulled down. I was even more shocked and, said “But, di in front of you?”. She said “Why not ? if you can jack off in my panties while smelling the other I do not think it would a problem for you to change in front of me?” I stood there frozen and, she shouted “STRIP YOU SISSY SLUT”. I started removing my shirt followed by my knickers, as I got down to me boxers I looked. She said “Go on.” with a evil grin on her face. I took it off and, she started giggling and, said “No surprise you want to be a girl, you. He loved to watch her walk. The way her hips moved was pure pleasure. Her breasts seemed to bounce with every step. He thought they looked like they would bounce right out of the tight, low fitting blouse she wore.She stood in front of where he sat. She had a tape measure in one hand and a pen and paper in the other. He felt very self conscious standing in front of her in just his undershorts, but he kept telling himself that she did this for a living. He tried very hard to relax. Really, he. Her life was ordered and controlled, so when she had free time, she often retreated here alone, to lose control, and be free of the life which confined her. Lana Baxter had long beautiful chestnut brown hair, which she kept upswept in a strict bun most of the time. Her 5′ 10′ frame was soft and curvy, with large melon-sized tits, beautiful dark pink nippples and aureolas, 36-inch legs, shapely ass, and pretty pink shaven pussy, all told a sexy, smart woman. Lana lazily ran her hand from her.