Mindy was having a great time down at the foot of the stage. She hadfelt that Victor was pretty much putty in her hands and seeing him posethere fully...made up certainly made something stir in her panties. Sheherself had believed she was a sissy once. She certainly felt morefeminine than most guys and she had loved the aesthetic.She had actually briefly dated Linda, having ran into here in a lingeriestore when she was shopping for something cute for herself. Linda hadbeen a great help on her. “How much time do we have?” he asked and I told him about an hour. “Okay, lean over the end of the couch.”I obeyed and he turned the air conditioning before telling me, “Here’s the lube.” He poured it on the crack of my ass, let it run down, then rubbed it around my holes and put some on the head of his cock.I’d have to say he was at least eleven inches long and very thick. So, when he guided it home, he opened me up like I hadn't been in a long while and I moaned loudly. He slapped my ass and. "What have you been playing at" he growled at me under his breath, rubbing my pussy faster, I whimpered a response, unable to speak the feeling of his fingers stroking me was tying me up in knots."you know what im talking about young lady, coming into work in clothes better suited to a nightclub, prancing around with other men, you have been making me very.........disappointed in you"I groaned his fingers still rubbing me closer and closer to my orgasm, suddenly his fingers were gone and I. ‘After reading this letter, I did some soul searching. I knew that some thing was missing I just didn’t know what. Every night, when I went to sleep, your face was in my head. Every morning, there it was again. I didn’t know that you meant so much to me, until this letter,’ he pauses, sipping the coffee. ‘It hit me like a tons of bricks. I should have known all along but I guess I was too blind, or scared, to see it. Gen, I carry your smile in my heart, your laugh in my soul. Please, please say.