Benjamin is my colleague, well my Boss really and as you may have foundout by now. I am male to female crossdresser.I have dressed up in women's cloth...s ever since I was a kid trying onmy mother's prettiest skirts and blouses. Prancing around in her heelsposing in front of the bedroom mirror. Practicing my walk and mannersto perfection. To smooth out my skirt under me before I sat down andlearned how to sit in a ladylike demure manner with a rank posture,shoulders back, breast out and my hands. Blouse...skirt...slip...pantyhose...bra...and finally panties.? The other women were naked long before Stephanie, but no one seemed to mind.? Even the butch female guard was amused at the sight of the terrified beauty slowly stripping out of her lacy unmentionables under the bright fluorescent lights and the watchful eyes of the horny male guards...and Bertha. She put her fingers in the waistband of her panties and looked up at the ceiling-mounted cameras.? She clenched her teeth as she. Teasing herself. Planning what she was going to do with her slaves this evening. Especially the new one, the female. Oh yes, she was going to be fun to train.Deciding her bath was done, Mistress stood carefully, and stepped out, onto the bathmat. Immediately, her male slave arose from his crouched position, with a fresh towel, and began drying her. His eyes remained downcast, as trained, staring only at the floor -- not permitted to look at Mistress, as he dried her. A perfectly choreographed. Hell, it was unusual for any male outside of erotic fiction.Taking advantage of her obedience at holding her pose, he finished undressing. He stopped to admire and touch lightly the beauty before him twice more before he was completely nude. Bent over the arm of the chair, her large tits were mashed into the rough leather upholstery of the seat. Her feet were spread wide at his insistence, opening her up, inviting him to plunder her treasures that she willingly exposed to his view. Her hands,.