I then stripped out of my outer clothes and took out a pair of heels of my sister's and put them on. God I was shaking with excitement and fucking lus.... Should I or should I not. The lust won and I opened the cubicle door slightly and looked out. One of the men at the urinal turned and looked, but all he could see was my head. He turned away and then looked back again and I slowly opened the door a little more until he could see some of my underwear.He turned away from the urinal and faced my. I was asleep," I explained."I know it's one a.m, I'm sorry but can you talk?" Actually I have an early start, can I ring you back some other time?" I really did not want to be bothered."Please, it says you are a mechanic, in your profile." Taxi driver nowadays" I corrected."But you were a Mechanic? you have tools," she asked."I am not coming to fix your bloody motor at one in the morning, goodbye." I slammed the phone down.It rang again, "We were cut off." she said."No I put the bloody phone. As he's my boss, I felt it my duty to get down and clean it up with a tissue.During the earlier part of the day though, I tried to avoid going anywhere near Lena's office. The urge to go up and see her was almost overpowering, it was like she was a strong magnet, drawing me to her.As it turned out, my avoidance strategy was all in vain, it all came to naught with a single phone call. I'd been working my way diligently through a pile of loan submissions when the phone rang and I abstractedly. “Shit, baby!”“You like that faggot sissy pussy, daddy? Fuck me harder!”“Oh damn...I think I’m…”“Nut, daddy! Cum for me. Cum on my face!”“Alright,” Art pulled out his dick.The fag turned around and Art busted a huge load on his face.The next day he felt guilty and never did anything like that again for the next three years. Again, he was inebriated when it transpired.The most recent encounter he’d had with an effeminate male entered into his mind. It was about eight months ago. The man who.