The joy.I felt wonderful all over. But as far as putting those feelings intocertain categories, I was at a bit of a loss. I mean, I didn't feelfemin...ne. I didn't feel pretty or submissive. I just felt very good.Putting on the garter belt made it extra naughty. I stood in front of the full-length mirror where Margie used to admireherself and admired myself. My legs looked pretty good, though I knewthat big heels would have made them look better. The sight of my bigcock (did I mention I. It displayed my first and last name in bold letters along with ID number and the official government information.“It is so nice to meet you Larry, is this a full time job for you?” She asked as she twisted a lock of her hair that had cascaded down her shoulder when she leaned a bit forward to see my ID card. The strands of hair had moved as in slow motion across the lacey straps of the top that held her beautiful breasts and I had watched her hand move from the bed to the hair. Her fingers. Another time I flashed a group of white women that were out for a night on the town. They seemed to enjoy it but one of them pulled out their phone to attempt to take a picture of me stroking my cock. She didn’t seem offended, but at the same time she could try to flip on me so I decided to keep driving instead sticking around. Prostitutes are also easy to flash, however they always think I have money for them when I don’t even want them in my car to begin with. lol I have also left my cock and. I actually found the idea arousing and just the thought of it gave me an erection. When June came out she looked at me and said, "If you're going to be staying here you need to know that this is how I handle things when there's a problem." It was about three weeks later I found out how serious she was. She was out of town for the weekend and the four of us bought some beer and sat around the house smoking pot and drinking. June had left a list of chores for each of us. I was supposed to do.