.” she trailed off as he extended his hand to help her up.Time seemed to grind to a halt as she looked at him with his hand held out to her. His go...like body. His incredible cock. The hunger that was so obvious in his eyes and his voice.The next thing she knew, her hand was in his, and he was pulling her to her feet. The fires of her pent up need consumed her, burning away anything resembling reservations. She crushed her body against him, tilted his head down, and kissed him as if her. When I re-entered the living room, Sue and Jessica were wearing robes,their erections poking out between the folds."We knew you'd choose to stay. Sit here so Jessica can put on yourmakeup," Sue said.Jessica applied make-up, including a bright red lip gloss. When she hadfinished, she showed me how I looked. I wasn't going to win any beautypagent, but I wasn't ugly either.Almost immediately after revealing my now feminine face, Sue brought thebig stick out of her robe. I sucked on that until it. ’ She muttered to herself. Her eyes strayed to the hotel identification card on her left breast. She removed it and examined the name and picture on it. She read the name Maria Chavez and looked at the passport-sized picture of her without the slightest amount of emotion. Age, job, race, religion, sexual preference, and political affiliation, it bore no weight on her mind. She had only one restriction, a rule if you will no underage targets. Her boss laughed when she told him this. She could. Her dress was a short white cocktail dress with thin red trim, and finally, very red, very high heeled shoes. She looked lovely. I stood at the door and whistled. How about showing me whats under that dress? I asked. Susan smiled, No way! No previews. Ill see your reaction and either we wont get to the party at all, or I wont have the nerve to do this. Im really very nervous, Dave. Relax. This is supposed to be fun. Youll be terrific. Marcy and Toms boss, Steve (one of the other husbands) had.