I must say, I find your little joke tiring in the extreme. Now, can we--"At last, Louis smiled as he offered a slight shrug. In a soft, conspiratorial...voice, he said, "Perhaps we can reach some sort of accord," he ventured.I rolled my eyes in exasperation. "Finally!" The door is locked," he said. "It is designed to lock upon being closed."I waited, offering him my most annoyed look.When he next proposed his solution to my predicament, I slapped him so hard across the face that his flesh. ’ she said with a smile. She unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my chest and stomach. She kissed my body while sliding my shirt down my arms, allowing it to fall to the floor. With both hands, she pulled my shorts down to my ankles as I stepped out of them. ‘Very impressive.’ she commented. She wrapped one of her hands around the shaft of my cock and proceeded to squeeze and jerk slowly. With her other hand, she began messaging my balls. ‘Mmmmmm, that feels good.’ I sighed. ‘Oh, we’re not done. I just happened to glance through the open door of the inspector’s office, and I saw three bottles of Danton’s red wine on his desk.The inspector scanned our barcode identifications embedded in our wrists. Then he initialed the import stamps and entered the date and time into his handheld. At his signal, the guards unlocked and opened the gate. We walked through with our cargo and headed down the street toward the warehouse district.Walking on a planet with natural gravity, sunshine, and oxygen. There is no need to be anxious about the operation tomorrow, it will be a walk in the park." The PastI first tried on female clothes when I was eleven years old. My chum and I, Roy, found a stash of his sister's discarded clothes in his attic. His sister had just left for another year of college and his parents were both at work. Bored out of our skulls, it was the end of summer and we had done all the things eleven-year-old minds can dream up to pass the summer vacation. We decided we would.