No matter, can I get your card? I have a friend dancing here next week and she would love to be able to get a massage at least once a day.” Actually...I was kind of stunned. I mean the whole thing was more of a joke and now I had strippers lining up at my door to give me work.“Let me look, I am not sure where I put them last. I really do not have cards made up for this, but I have business cards for what I do for a job. Ah, here they are in my wallet, now that is a surprise.” I gave her two, just. ."Maybe?"I let his dick slide from my mouth as I looked up into his eyes, and I knew what he meant.....exactly what he meant. Suddenly, it seemed as though I was out of my body and was hovering in the room above us. I heard myself say, "Yeah....Fuck yeah." I wanted him then, all of him. I wanted to please that massive tool. I wanted to make it throb with anticipation, and then lurch with orgasm. I wanted to make it shoot jet after gooey jet of white hot cum. I wanted to watch his face, the look. To my surprise, he agreed to this, he was going to ride up to see me on his bike! I was excited to meet Pat at last, but didnt think anything else would come of it. Anyway, on the arranged day, he arrived in his motorcycle leathers and with his long rocker hair. He was great, we laughed and joked about life and he even met my k**s. That evening, my k**s had gone to stay overnight with their dad, me and Pat sat around listening to music and drinking. It seemed like we talked for hours. . So one day a guy answered on one of my online aps who said" young sissy want to be fieminized and turned into a girl". The conversation started like all the other wans he told me he likes my photo. He told me about himself and showed me some fotos. He was an older guy in his 50s a little chubby very hairy and i wouldnt say very atractiv. So i flirted a little never with the intention to actually meet him. He told me he likes what im doind and he wants to help me with some money so if i give him.