"I was just saying that it's sure a nice place you have here." Thank you," said Susan, smiling to herself. "I can't seem to find my wallet. Would you ...ind taking a check?" We're not supposed to, but if that's all you got --" Thank you," she said. She reached out and patted him on the shoulder. Her titties were still in sight, but not so obviously. "You're a very kind lad," she added. "I'll be just a minute. I keep my checkbook in the bedroom." She shook her ass and knew that he was watching her. It was a simpleJersey dress but stretchy so I knew it would show off my new shapelywaistline to it's best effect. The top looked more like a t-shirt withthree-quarter sleeves and rounded neckline, but the lower part wouldcling to my hips and tights and it was just long enough to cover mystocking tops even when I bent over. I had thought about getting areally short dress. But Elaine had advised that it would look tarty."If you are going to dress like a woman, then dress like a woman andnot a. ‘Not now Blu’ He kept stroking my cock and with his thumb smeared a drop of precum all over my cock head, the sensation was incredible. He once again moved even closer to me, now inches away from each other. Sometimes he would stroke super fast and sometimes agonizingly slow….we were interrupted by the announcement on the speaker saying gym was closing in 30 minutes. ‘Guess I have to move you along quicker’ and he started stroking even faster and with his other hand he pinched my nipple and it. The woman ran her fingers down her neck and along her cleavage.The door to the private viewing room slid open and Chester Close stepped in, with practiced precision sliding the door shut behind him. Chester was a sleaze entrepreneur and owner of the mansion. Pointing the finger pistol, Chester twisted on the ball of his foot mimicking the gunfighters of old. “Hey how’s the secret agent going today?”“I’m a research assistant not a secret agent and I’m busy,” was the sharp retort.Chester.