She hesitated at the door to her husband's room. Finally, she unlocked the door and stepped inside. The odor of stale beer hit her nostrils. The bathr...om light was on, and although the door was pulled part way closed she could see the bed and Roger's sprawled form laying crossways. The sound of Roger's snoring ripped across the room. It was the sound of the snoring drunk he had become. Dropping her bag, she walked to the bathroom and pushed open the door. Light flooded the main room. Roger had. I was as hard as a rock. I whimpered even louder, I was starting to enjoy it. I started panting, wiggling my ass on his cock. Suddenly I wanted him there, wanted him fucking me. It was all the things I thought it would be and more. I could feel it building inside me and knew I was about to cum without even touching myself. My hard throbbing sissy cock had a mind of its own, straining for release as he fucked me, and no matter how many time I told myself I wasn’t a cock craving faggot bitch, my. .. no, you would order from Maggie, our shift manager,” Gina directed me to a tall, buxom lady with strawberry-blonde hair.Maggie looked to be early to mid thirties, but she could easily have been forty-something, just with a great dye job. She clearly smoked, but it hadn’t aged her as much one might expect. Well, I thought, lots of tobacco farms around ... the habit came with mother’s milk ... almost. That would have to change, sooner rather than later.I brought out my Converter and zapped. A date?”“Yes, a date. It doesn’t have to lead to another, and it certainly doesn’t have to end in bed. In fact, it might be more interesting if it doesn’t. It obviously doesn’t have to be public, either, because this absolutely isn’t about wanting to be seen with you. We can sneak off to a place where we can rely on complete discretion. I have more than enough connections to make that happen, and I’m sure you do as well. I know you were expecting some sort of exotic deviancy, but since you’ve.