Because I knew I could do it better than her and I could keep on pushing the boundries a little to get me what I wanted, dare you to suck his cock, da...e you to wear my bra and panties.....bitch please I live for this, he loves it, he prefers me to you because he knows I know how to please a man, otherwise why is he calling me to meet me alone????That period was fun then came shemales, I have always love shemales, always have thought they are so beautiful and I remember that night, it was a few. The painting I was quizzing her about, she said she had a few more paintings in the basement if I wanted to go look. I told her yes. She went to lock the door, so no one would steal anything while we were alone downstairs. She took my hand and lead me down the stairs. Once down there she pulled out this crappy painting, I tried to show some interest but all I could do was wonder what she would look like naked. Then out of the no where she said that there was something about me that made her. My left arm replaced the right but it went around her waist. I caressed her firm belly, feeling her breathing with my hand. The minutes passed and I felt her breathing increase. I was under control and at ease. Her warmth was enough enjoyment for this soldier. I minded her youthful innocence and other moral thoughts. But then she took my hand in hers and I was trapped. She drew it up to her breasts and shoved against me. My cock started to grow slowly and steadily, there was nothing I could do. " She twisted the knob and stepped into his office. "Close the door and lock it Mrs. Stephens," he drawled. His soft tone was deceptive. She knew he was angry. She closed the door and clicked the lock, standing there, not moving. "You're late," he said, using that same deceptive soft tone. "There was a crisis," she said. "Besides, I told you this has to end," she said, finally turning to look at him. His lips curved into a smug smile as he rose and stepped out from behind his desk. He moved.