.. but I was *not* going to admit it. I look *stupid* in a dress. I mean, really ridiculous. Hairy legs, knobbly knees, big hands and feet. The mustac...e doesn't help much either. Or the nose, I guess. So I refused, of course. I mean, I *knew* that she would never be interested in me sexually if she once saw me dressed, and I had my pride. The dregs of it, anyway. And what she wanted, I thought, was to try to humiliate me, to make me stop. I asked if I could have the stories back. She said no.. Smiling I complied. I was on half mast myself. I continued pumping his shaft. It was clear he wouldn't last. His cock erupted, a giant load hit me in the face. We both laughed nervously. I wiped my face, massaged his scalp a little and clean him up. The tip was great. I liked this job. It had been another day of massages and happy endings and I was about to go home when my boss Nancy walked in and asked whether I could do another massage. She said her mother, Granny, wanted to try it out. I. She feeling uncomfortable to wear in wet dress all watching her only n she said that to me.I too enjoying her beauty in her wet dress. But i said her shell we take a room ? But she don’t have much money i said don’t worry. We took room n i went with her to the room kept my bags n i said bye i ll come after 2 hr. She said u also very wet why don’t u also changed. N she said ill change in bathroom n u can change here. I agreed n we went to changed. So my cock is too hard n i was thinking to Fuck. I wasinclined to agree with her since our clients would be more understandingof why we allowed you to work here if they thought we were doing it dueto family obligations."Then Jackie our esthetician had a completely different idea. Being afeminist she thought that we could say that you were doing this toassuage your male guilt. That you were following in your abusivefather's footsteps and decided to do something before you could hurtanyone else."Tom was stunned at what he was hearing. "W-what?".