....We broke up not to long after that and then I knew I was hooked on this. A couple of years went byand I wanted to dress so bad but could not find ... women that understood this. Finally, I beganacquiring lingerie, stockings, mini's, heels, a wig and so on. I found a look that I liked and worked onit. I shave my cock, balls, ass and sometimes my legs (winter time). When I begin to dress somethinghappens to me that is hard to explain. I begin to feel feminine and erotic, and can even cum. And I want you to be that female, my sweet demoness. You are so beautiful. I couldnt speak. I was so terrified but at the same time I just wanted him. Demon or not. I felt the word escape my lips Yes. Yes, I will be yours, my dark demon. The lust set ablaze in his eyes and kissed me. Even more passionately than before. He pulled away. Just one thing remains, what is your name? I spoke, barely audible. Aimee. Spelled A-i-m-e-e. The French word for beloved, how appropriate. I need to see you,. There I got a chance again and again to have her soft touches.My mindset towards her was changed totally from that point. I started looking at her body curves, lips, hip, boobs, and ass whenever possible and did masturbate in the washroom for n number of times. Many times I got a chance to see her cleavage (between chudi and dupatta gap), bra line, and nipple marks over her dress. Each and every time I used to go crazy to suck and crush those milk tankers. When she comes in white leggings, her. But she didn't need to flaunt her figure. It would take a sack to disguise the trim, athletic and sexy body she knew was a prime asset in her job as CIA agent, as it would be in any job. It was a good fit with her open and innocent face.People liked Annie, liked her quick, genuine smile, her easy grace, her obvious intelligence, the flash and promise of passion just below a chic veneer. Men, as men will, imagined Annie without those trendy clothes, positioned just the way they preferred. Some.