As she thought about it, she was beginning to feel that it hadbeen a colossal mistake. She could now see it was more than his male egocould withstand...Circumstances had dictated that George had to live his life pretending tobe a woman and he had managed to accept it. She had made matters worseby forcing him to become a pseudo homemaker. Without complaint, he hadassumed responsibility for the majority of the housework. But it was nota life style he pursued. He must think that she was trying. She slid off the couch on to her knees and positioned herself between my legs. She undid the button, pulled down the fly, and pulled my shorts and boxers down. I lifted my hips a little to give her easier access, and my hard cock flopped onto my stomach, which made her eyes widen as she looked at it and she smiled. “I see you're pretty blessed in the size area!” she said while keeping her eyes locked on my cock that was pointing straight up. I blushed a bit and let out a little laugh. I never. I got on the bus to go to the hostel. I could not believe this was happening. My heart was beating fast and my palms felt sweaty.I could not believe that my fantasy was coming true and I was about to massage a beautiful, absolute stranger. I didn't have a clue what to do and I was stupid to think I could do this in a suit. I told Rachel to get undressed and I went out of the room. I remembered to do this from a massage I had a few years back.When I came back in, she had a towel covering her. At first they were exploratory smacks: light, but hard enough to make the rounded flesh of her ass jiggle. Soon, though, I was spanking her full-force, causing her ass to turn crimson with the imprint of my palm, and her pussy to turn juicy. As the spankings increased in regularity, I was satisfied we were on the right path to living out our fantasies. Then we devised something we call the CRACK BELT. Under her skirt or jeans she wore a thin belt around her waist with a strip of rope attached.