Staring straight ahead, waiting for the ‘fetish’ theme exhibition to begin, she feels the dampness on her palms, under her arms as her nervous dou...ts linger in her mind. Thinking of how she was just recruited yesterday by the so called modeling agency, this being her initial gig her nervousness is far from more then just first time jitters, especially with the other girl still a no-show, where the Hell is she anyway? Having entered the building through its side entrance in the dark alley to. Until finally I could feel my own orgasm nearing. I gripped her hip so tightly and slammed my dick deeper, harder and faster. Her pussy felt so good as I fucked her. I was in a frenzy and my mind was solely focusing on my orgasm. She too was screaming and moaning loud as I continued to stuff my cock in her. Finally, I groaned as I squirted all of my semen all over her back and she too yelled out as she reached her orgasm. Before she left me, she licked my balls and cock clean. As she was. She wasn’t a tomboy by any means; but she did seem to take to male interests, possibility due to Bernard’s influence over the years. It was Gypsy who always took the dog out, he was a reliable friend and she knew she was safe in the house should she be alone, no one argues with a German Shepard. Gypsy was not really into boys, well not into a heavy relationship, and if she brought them home Bernard would embarrass her in some way or another, She knew he didn’t mean it, but it was a trifle. What was I doing? I looked down at my flat groin where I wouldnormally see my penis and thought already about how I was starting tolook like a woman. I attached the suspender belt. Where I could havepretended that the panties were men's underwear there was no pretendingthe suspender belt was as I rolled the stockings up my leg. Before Ihad put on the half slip I knew I no longer looked like a man below thewaist and the half slip reinforced my new sense of femininity.What was I letting.