Inmy mind, I had no penis!As I stood there exuding my sissiness, I wondered how many women noticed.I have seen girls checking out men's crotches befor.... Had they checked outmine? Did they notice how the area supposed to bulge had crumpled up likea deflated balloon? Did they think I had a micro-dick? Did they see mecheck out other men and mistake me for gay?The lift doors opened on a floor and the girl I had been ogling her forsome time now walked in. I have been wanting to talk her for some. "Good morning," he greeted her huskily."Good morning," she yawned as she rolled onto her back and stretched out like a cat.Everything she did she did competently, she did easily – she did elegantly."Beautiful," he murmured, and watched as she blushed, and smiled with pleasure.He rolled over suddenly so that he was lying over her, but not on her.He leaned down to kiss her on the mouth, and Iris's arms wound themselves around his neck.The passion between them, simmered into life again, and James. I pulled his shirt up over his head and relished in his bare chest - smooth and tanned, I grabbed his right wrist and tied it tightly to the bed, then the left. I stood up and looked down at his helpless body, my eyes drifted down to his belt - I smiled a wicked smile. My fingers worked at the belt buckle as I quickly slid the wide leather band from his jeans, I could see the bulge straining against the denim and slowly unzipped the front. As I unzipped the dark blue material I could see a. . Your so big that the women must just love it!" They do. That's why so many come back for more. But it's different with me than it is with their husbands. For the most part they still love being with their husbands but it's just different. With their husband it's more love and comfort. With me it's much more physical satisfaction. I can give them something that most have never even considered possible. It's friendly and fun and mutual but... it's not love. And... there's a bit of 'bad girl'.