"I'm heading down tothe cafeteria; do you want me to bring something back for you?" Thanks, I'd like that," replied Sam.The Agency had an excellent ca...eteria. It was one of the perks theDirector had enacted when he had taken over. If his agents were goingto work hard they deserved a decent meal."What do you want?" I'll take the chicken sandwich and a Diet Coke please," said Sam."Okay," said Tracy.She returned twenty minutes later and Sam joined her in the break area."So how do you like working. See, I am a bi-sexual, crossdressing slut that loves to explore pushing sexual limits especially as of late, male to male encounters - bondage, CBT, and BDSM had become my latest obsession after several encounters with a leather daddy I met online. Tonight, however, I decided to crossdress so I quickly slipped into a slutty outfit and a pair of 6 inch red stripper heels threw on a wig and some makeup. I put on some porn and grabbed a bottle of tequila. Tequila totally removes my inhibitions!. She did remember that ten or twenty or thirty years before her eldest br0ther. Frits had tried the same and took a look after his retirement. He stood there pretty sure of looking at the right house.Hesitatingly an elder lady in waiting at the doorstep asked him politely if she could ask him maybe a queer question.She is of the generation, some year in the 70ies which doesn't dare to speak unasked for at an unknown gentleman.Writing this, is the third time I cry in ten minutes. Firstly the. Daniel marched purposely over to the summer house. The rain was getting quite heavy by the time he reached it, and he pulled open the door and looked inside. Izzy was curled up on the bench — fast asleep. Daniel started to curse just as the heavens opened and heavy rain came pouring down. He dove inside and pulled the door too behind him. The sound of the door slamming snapped Izzy out of her nap. ‘What in god’s name do you think you are doing?’ he snarled at her, as she sat up, her face white.