I have towear women's make-up. Lipstick and mascara, particularly, but the fulllot. He gets off on seeing pink lips around his cock, and made-up eyesl...oking up at him. He moans when I do that. I disgust myself, but Ihave to do it.Obviously being a man myself, or whatever, I know the places I liked tohave it touched. I was never lucky enough to have a woman perform ablow job on me, but I do know the places that are the most sensitive.I start with a lick or a kiss underneath, just at the start. His knee was still pressed against mine and his left hand was now on the inside of my thigh about and inch from my crotch. He moved slowly over my bulge, unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. I was stretching my white briefs so much I thought they’d tear. He gently caressed my hard on thru my briefs. Then he moved his right hand over and with both hands, opened my underwear flap and I sprang out at full attention. My breathing increased. I had my cock completely out with a total stranger in a dark. I put my collar on and went back to my old ways, just to let him know that I really did understand what I had been doing wrong all those years. The first thing I did was get whiney and sullen, then I acted hurt and put-upon when he didn't notice that I had barely changed my hair color. Then I accused him of not putting much effort into keeping me as happy as he should. Unfortunately he didn't seem to grasp what I was doing. He went right back into his old behavior of ignoring me and doing. I came right out and told her, "You didn't need to go this far for me. Just come to my room is all you need to do."That said, I gently put my arm around her as we walked. Amazingly, Samantha overcame her initial shock and we carried on a casual conversation as if we were boyfriend and girlfriend. She was quite comfortable in my presence now. When I told her I was going to meet Kitty in less than two hours, Samantha asked where Kitty was. I told her: shopping, God knows where. That's when I.