The walk to the church was a blur. In her black Mary-Janes, she felt the same thrill she had experienced as a Catholic teenager when she had sat throu...h an entire Wednesday mass with a tall and narrow votive candle clenched inside her vagina.Finally, she reached the heavy wooden doors to the main church. Walking with her head bowed in reverence, her hand tightly clenched on her delicate purse, she made her way to the front of the church and found a seat on the third row, near the right. I then put onthe navy blue jacket and skirt, followed by navy blue high heel shoes. Ilooked in the mirror and was amazed. From the neck down, I looked completelyfeminine. No one would doubt that this was the body of a very femininesecretary.Vera told me to walk out and show me the outfit. Because of the high heelsand the tight skirt, it was impossible for me to walk in a masculine manner.Instead, I had to walk in an ultra-feminine style, taking tiny steps andswaying my hips. I was so. She brought in the other hand and pushed the panties down his hips, stretching them out over the rigid prong, revealing it as red as fire, awesomely naked, an upcurved stalk bearing that splendid big purple-red swollen fruit.Like this. Rising off her stool she grasped his shoulders, levered up, climbed one leg at a time over his thighs, and when her hairy pussy was poised over the fat, turgid plum of a cockhead, she began lowering onto it.She could see her livid clit standing up out of its red. But my mind was recently opened when I started working for a couple as a cleaner. I was looking for jobs at a local job center when I came across an add looking for a full time cleaner not far from where I lived so it sounded perfect so I took the details and went back home so I could ring and get more info from them. The phone rang for a short period before a female voice answered. I introduced myself and told her I had found her add and was interested in the job. She told me her name was Kim.