Instead, I was dressed as a woman, laying in a man's arms, and I had just told him that if he wanted me to suck his cock for him, that I could find no...reason not to do it.Did I want to be able to look in the mirror tomorrow morning, and know that I was looking at a cock sucker?I knew for certain that I did not want to think of myself as a fairy. I did not feel like a fairy. I felt like I had at long last, been allowed to feel like a woman. I knew now that I wanted to look in the mirror in the. Maybe I'll kidnap him and take him back to my room." At that several other girls said they would, too."Hey, girls, just treat him nice, he's kind of new to all this," Brad said and the blond replied, "That's just what makes him so cute. That and his pretty cock."The sun was warm but my face got lots warmer when she said that. The girls and my brother just laughed."I'm headed back to my room if you want to slip your shorts on, um, what's your name again?"Nervously, I answered, "Ben." Go ahead,. Mother worked in the fashion industry so back in the 1950s/60s/70s when there were still the classical fashions being worn daily, she was always immaculate.As I got older, I started to wear her clothes and then one day, my sister, who was supposed to be out, walked in and caught me dressed in a lovely tight skirt of mothers, tan stockings and black t-bar heels, laid back, wanking myself. I had somehow worked out that tying my ankles together and then tying the cord round my balls meant that I. She is halfway hip - heading up a division of a well known themed bar chain and a record label with decent success (family ventures abound) and is married to a very wealthy business man that is into too many things to name - which left her unattended for a very long time till my business was contracted by the family for various jobs, bringing us to a point where i take care of her when she needs and she in-turn takes care of my every need sexually and finacially and acts very grateful to waste.