"Of course I...!" Pause. "Umm. No, I guess not." Pause again, and an olive branch: "*I* hate it. I mean, I hate *me* when I do it. How could you not? ...o, uhh, I tried to stop, and... umm, write it out." Cross-dress, you mean," she elaborated. A bit unnecessarily, to my mind. That was what we were talking about already, right? "You like to dress up and look like a girl." She was taking this too calmly. I was a little worried. Sensitive position, as a professor, you understand, and junior faculty. "How much do you know about your brother's kinky side?" I didn't even know he had a kinky side." Well he does, and while a lot of it is harmless and I go along with him there are a few things he wants to do that I have always refused to do. He is heavily into porn sites on the net and he gets a major kick out of sending nude photos of me or photos of us making love to sites that will post them. He always blanks out our faces, but I would guess a couple of hundred thousand people have seen my. ’ ‘And it couldn’t wait until a civilised hour, huh?’ Mikka rubbed his eyes with the fingers and thumb of his free hand. ‘I need you to find Rayne for me,’ PJ told him, cutting to the business abruptly. ‘He’s missing and I think he’s probably in Paris.’ ‘Can’t you ring him instead?’ Mikka tried not to yawn but it got the better of him. ‘I tried that already. His cell is switched off.’ ‘Very sensible,’ Mikka nodded. ‘He’s probably getting laid then. Try him again later. You know what he is. My wet mouth continued satisfying my pervert Boss, as I fingered his tight anus so hard.I felt myself horny, knowing I needed to be well fucked… and soon.I was very close to orgasm, so I withdrew my naughty finger from his asshole and stood up. I pulled apart, lifted my skirt up my waist and pulled down my soaking wet thong to my knees. I looked at him and turned around, kneeling on the chair with my buttocks in the airI closed my eyes and whispered to him, begging to be fucked…My Boss did not.