We began walking as a man and a woman on a date, him with his arm around me. It felt so exciting.We were getting plenty of stares as we walked down th... street. It did not appear that people knew I was a man, rather they were just looking at one of the few women that ventured through this part of town.As we walked, Sir spoke to me and kept playing the game. “So my little slut, I have a treat for you tonight. Before your performance this weekend I thought you might want to see how the. Either you are or you aren't. It's like being sort of pregnant."I stopped pacing. I really didn't want to talk to this guy, who obviously only wanted to get into my proverbial shorts. "We aren't 'sort of' married. We _are_ married, he just wasn't my husband when I married him."They man frowned. "I don't get it, but it certainly sounds like an interesting story. Can I buy you a cup of coffee while you tell it to me?" He held out his hand. "My name's Roger."I thought for a moment. Roger would. Still on her back and feet back down on the bales, she kept her leg apart still trying to regain normal breathing. I sat next to her and felt her hand stroke down my back, I turned and saw the biggest smile on her face.I watched as she sat up and pulled her bra back up over her tits and give them a little shake to settle them back in. We both got dresses and started wrapping fleeces for the next couple of hours, every so often bumping and touching one and other as we put our wrapped fleeces in. “You’re not paid to go back and forth between office and bathroom. Just do it here and now so I can put a little green checkmark next to your name, and we can finally move on to more important things.”“It doesn’t have a hook; I’d have to take my shirt off,” the words trembled out of Abby's mouth, barely audible.Bill’s mouth and hands asked the same question: “So?”What was left of Abby’s polite smile melted as soon as she turned around. Even facing a corner, no angle provided true privacy. Being.