Carrie had picked out four shirts for me to try as well. Two of themwere really great. They had three-quarter length sleeves and a necklinethat didn?t...drop down below my collarbones. One was a light green andthe other a royal blue. Both seemed to compliment the mess of copperhanging down onto my back in a tight ponytail.The third shirt fit okay, but the way the top opening swooped down, itdefinitely put more cleavage on display than I was comfortable with.The fourth was a bit too tight across. “Hey, you. I see you're enjoying the sunshine again.”“It's a beautiful day. I had to take advantage. Have you got time for a cuppa?”“Sure; I'll be over in five, just got to finish hanging my own washing.”“I'll go put the kettle on.”I hung the rest of the washing, then went inside. I flicked the kettle on, on my way past, and was about to go put a dress or something on when I realized I didn't have to. It's not as though she hasn't seen me naked before, I thought to myself, and I felt a little. I have always prioritized availability before the appearance, my cock comes first and Elsa was easy in that respect. I realised from beginning that she was turned on by me being her supervisor and I used that to the hilt. It was very comfortable, I had told her over the radio that I was on my way, that she must unlock the entrance. She was ready, it was just a matter of eyes meeting each other. So I grabbed her tie and led her to her moral downfall.Afterward, when I straightened my own tie. It was a little odd, because it was like you were playing the role of a woman. You ran your hands through my hair, moaned softly and then told me that you wanted me in you. You stroked your dick, as I got undressed.I used some lotion and then got between your legs and brought my dick to your asshole. You surprised me when you started kissing and hugging me as my cock slid in. It was as if you couldn't get enough! You really liked how it felt and even asked me to fuck you faster and harder. When.