I tried to make my eyebrows a little less masculinethan earlier in the week. I also used a little lipstick. Pink, not brightred. Not enough to notice....Unless you had a good look. Then I put on mymale clothes. Well, actually my silky blouse wasn't exactly male. As I wasstepping into my trousers I had the feeling that there was somethingspecial about black stockings. A bit naughty. I made a mental note to buysome more pairs.In the office I made sure my ankles showed. But no-one said anything. "A decision on a Manager of Accounting Services will be announced in due course," I added vaguely."I have been asked to assume the role of General Manager," I continued. "I promise to be accessible and visible as long as I am here. Naturally, Rueben will be in charge in my absence. I will be moving the office to this room later this morning. The new meeting room will be the corner office that so few of you ever visited," I chuckled.I was about to say something when someone began to clap, and. He kneaded them very lovingly and softly. Then the ultimate thing happened when he removed my panties from my body. Now I was lying completely naked in front of him. I also removed his shorts and saw his beautiful monster erected like a pole ready to bang me. I took it in my hand and kissed it. He forced it in my mouth and I started licking it. I came over him and kissed his whole body and put my mouth in his pubic hairs. He was moaning with excitement. Then he made me lie again and came. She couldn’t even remember, or ever again trace her steps back to the back alley where she had found the bartender standing leaning against the fire exit door. But there he was, and this she would remember for the rest of her life. Not as a timeline of events, memories don’t quite work that way, but as images, sensations, snippets of drunken, delirious conversation, tastes. This man, this person, this escape from the word of unreal make-believe charades. His hard, chisled face, his slender.