..I don't think of you like that Steff," he finished, but his tentative words seemed said more to convince himself more than me. "You don't want to ...ove me Daddy?" I demanded. "No sweetie... not like that," he replied hesitantly, the bulge rising in his robe belying every word. "So why haven't you gone out on a date for the last four months?" "What?" "You used to date all the time, now you never do," I insisted. "But I ....," he stammered before I cut him off. "Why were you. I loved the view I was getting pure white titties with really nice light flesh coloured nipples and areolas . I worked my eyes down her toned body to her 'Hello Kitty' knickers . She pulled them down with both thumbs. She gently sat back on the edge of the bed with a naughty grin on her face . I returned the favour and took my clothes off . I turned round to face her with my 7 1/2 inch 3 inch girth cock waggling in the air. Her eyes softened and she gently bit the corner of her lip . After a. The only problem was that Debbie was a coworker in my very politically correct office. To make matters worse I was my organization’s trophy trans-gender. They could parade me out to show how progressive and forward thinking they were. It wasn’t a problem for them to have a man wear dresses to work as long as my clothes were professional and in proper taste. Of course the catch is allot of people still assume if you’re a cross dresser you must be gay. I’m not. I’m bisexual. But what didn’t help. In fact, he couldn't afford to. He needed to continue intimidating Heather, or she'd eat him for lunch. But he just didn't have it in him at that moment.He walked over to her, and said in a calm and level voice, "Very good. I'm proud of you."In truth, Heather had been about to give up. But she saw the waiting as some kind of test of her willpower, and she had great willpower. She was so pissed at him that she didn't trust herself to say anything.Noticing her pussy was dripping, he stuck two.