All of this happens without my losing any rhythm in my cock-sucking. He is being exceptionally masterful tonight and I'm in trannyheaven, knowing that...I'm performing as well as he is.Now though it becomes obvious what Bob is leading to (well I did havemy suspicions all along). With a quick tug of my dress, he exposes myass - bare except for a lacy g-string. Even though I'm totally focusedon Bob's cock, I can feel Karl's eyes on my girlie bottom (which Inever reveal to strangers) and can hear. But can't we find some compromise?"Barb set him back on his little feet and responded. "We can talk abouta variety of life styles but at first you must agree that you will notwear men's clothing except if I ask for it. You used to have me prancearound in your shirts and I look forward to the same experienceoccasionally. You must accept that for the moment the body you are inis VERY female and you will treat it that way. You will dress it thatway. You will walk that way." She had him. "Who's going to take the jeans back to Wal-Mart if the zipper doesn't work?" Rose had asked."Oh," I'd said, and the argument was over.Now, after I'd had more time to reflect on my ignorance of all things sewing, I knew the metal buttons were imminently more practical. Rose had help with this education too by handing me a little pamphlet, two pieces of cloth, a zipper, and telling me I could have zipper fly jeans as soon as I could make the zipper work to close the two pieces of cloth. I never. As his mind wandered, the sound of footsteps into his office preceded a sweet sounding greeting "Brad! Oh my God! Small world, huh? How are you?" He looked over to see the lovely Sandra, hand extended, he shook her hand and snuck a peek at her cleavage. Her breasts were never the largest, but they were perfectly sized, or so Brad always thought.Brushing aside her dark brown locks from her ears, Sandra crossed her long legs and sat back. "Wow ... Sandra?" Brad replied, attempting to downplay his.