I counted eight rings and was just about to hang up when the phone was picked up. "Hello," said a deep sexy voice. "Is this Mistress Serena?" I asked,...my voice betraying my nervousness and agitation. "Oh, this must be Jason and you decided to take me up on my offer." "Yes Mistress, I would very much like to dress for you." "And would you like to be forced to make lesbian love to a demanding mistress? One who ravages your own feminized self with a dildo. One who draws the cords on your red. Either way, I love you all the same!” she declared.“Really? You would still love me if I sucked a cock in front of you? You wouldn’t look down on me? I wouldn’t seem like less of a man to you?” I asked in a worried tone.“Look, I ate pussy! What’s the difference? Do you think I’m a lesbian now? Why is okay for a woman to eat pussy and it’s so bad for a man to suck a cock? I don’t get it! I’ll have to say eating pussy was fun! I felt that same sense of power that I have when I make a cock hard. I noticed a small enclosed office with a paper sign reading, "Employee's only." Our arousal levels met new heights as we went to check to see if anyone was behind the door. As I turned the handle I noticed there was no lights on in the office, and quickly peeked my head out to see if anyone saw us go in. As I confirmed that nobody saw us, I flicked the light on and quickly locked the door and shut it tight. Turning around and away from the door that I just closed and locked I saw a pink shirt. He nearly jumped out of his clothes and was naked in a matter of moments. His body reminded me of how I looked when I was younger, now thirty-eight, I saw his strong younger features and felt proud of how he had developed. I took off my clothes as well, and ripped off a condom pack as I put a raincoat on my eight inch dick. It was always funny how small condoms felt on me and how nearly funny it was to see my dick in a plastic wrapper. I immediately grabbed Stella and held her mid-air as I.