I followed her in and was mesmerised by her swaying hips.I was suddenly very aware I was wearing nothing but a towel. She sat looking at me "Lose the ...owel," she ordered. "Lose the t-shirt," I replied.She stood up and walked over to me; her head barely reached the top of my chest. Wrapping her arms around my neck she pulled herself up on me. She wrapped her perfect legs around my waist. Then she began kissing me and I could feel her tongue probing my mouth.The towel fell off.I took her ass in. This time I pulled Teresa to me with a brutal force and kissed her lips. When I pulled back, I said, "Come to my house tonight at eight." I'll be there, Mistress."I released the woman and said, "I don't think there's any need to bring panties, Child. Wear a skirt. I'll provide everything you might need."I liked submissive women on occasion and even dominant women that I had to break until they found their correct place and that was usually between my legs.Once out of the building I got into the. I took my hand and put it on her rihgt cheek: the side that she was looking too. I had my four fingers under her ear, and my thumb resting on her cheek. She brought her hands up and pressed my hand harder against her face. I tilted my hand so that she was looking right into my eyes. I looked into those brown orbs, and startd to get mesmorized. Before they pulled me in i told her: "But you are important to me." Instantly the sadness dissapeared from her eyes and she stared at me, Loving. I found a window seat next to a Mexican woman and tried to composemyself. What rotten luck I had! When I dress as a boy, my effeminategood looks attracted the worst weirdoes of this world. I didn't have theID or the nerve to pass full-time as a girl. I felt trapped and helpless.Fortunately, this bus was filled with modest working folk returning totheir families or heading off to factories or fields. I found theirordinariness comforting. None of them would take an interest in me, Ihoped.When we.