Just the makeup and wig to Finnish of the whole ensemble.So I’m ready for the day, and as I have put in a lot of effort to prepare my image as to re...emble my vision of what a woman should look like I shall take some photos of myself,(I’ll probably be disappointed when I review them latter).I am not a vain person but I do not want to waste my efforts, so the first thing I do is to sort out the camera and tripod and get it all set up and at the same time start to consider what shots to take. So. The precum dribbles ever so slowly down the side of my cock. But still…no hands allowed. My cock pulses now with every single heart beat. My mind wanders from concentrating on the computer and typing to the sensations running through my cock. I know I won’t be able to hold out much longer, but still I go on. I only hope that by reading this that mysterious female’s pussy is wet with desire. Maybe she has a finger or two pumping in and out of her snatch with thoughts of me cumming. Oh god, just. I parked and walked with Stephie to her dorm to drop her weekend bag, then we walked to class.The next two weeks flew by. I wanted to do something special for Stephie, so I made reservations at Chez Paul, a renowned French restaurant in Chicago. It didn’t quite match the quality of The Maisonette in Cincinnati, but it would certainly be a new experience for Stephie. I did check to make sure that she had a nice dress to wear, teasing her that a gingham dress was not considered formal!“You know,. Five minutes later she said, “gotta pee”. They watched as she struggled to her feet, made it to the hall bathroom. She raised her skirt, held on to the door knob, pulled her panties off, stepped out of them. Leaving them on floor, she went in closing the door. Paul and Peter were giving hand slaps before Paul ran over and collected her panties. They heard the commode flush as they stood outside the door. Paul helped her into her bedroom, laying her on the bed as Peter slid her skirt up. She was.