He too had been checking me out and it seemed I had the same effect on him. I turned toward the bar, giving him full view of my ass before sliding ont... a barstool. I turned and gave my best "come hither" look and within moments he was beside me. My skin was almost burning from the hot stare he was giving me. "Why don't we go sit at a booth where we can get better acquianted?" God, even his voice exuded smooth sexuality. "Why don't we?" I started for the darkest, most. He travels off-planet a lot, but his home is here. Which reminds me. Your name is Ricky Trewartha. His surname is Trelawny. They sound similar. Are you related?”“It’s unlikely. Although we are both descended from Cornish miners who left Cornwall in the 19th Century. Many Cornish people have names starting with ‘Tre’. If we are related, it is such a distant relationship as to be meaningless.”“OK. But you know Derek, don’t you?”“I won’t say I know him. I’ve met him a couple of times at company. " I know, but it made me feel self-conscious." Sweety, they weren't looking at you because your a sissy. They werelooking at you because they thought you were a woman." How do you know? How could you tell?" Were any women on the bus looking at you?" No, I guess not." If the women were staring at you too, that would put into question thestatus of your gender. Those men were ogling at you. Some were alsodoing the same to me. I wouldn't be surprised if they were looking atboth of us and having. Here's the spare key card.''Exactly ten minutes later she opened the door.The sight before her might have been designed to lure her in; indeed, it was.My dress raised above my arse, my panties off, I was bent over, giving a fine view of both my holes - my arsehole being filled with the fake emerald butt plug.''Oh fuck!'' was all the blonde Miss Citytype could say. Her face was red as a beetroot."I think you'd look good in the same position," Belles ordered.Belles looked at her, licking her.