The second time he fucked my ass it was almost as uncomfortable and painful as the first, but after that it got easier. Similarly I got used to giving...him blowjobs, and though the first time he came in my mouth and made me swallow his sperm I found it really disgusting and degrading, and it made me nauseous for the rest of the day, in time I came to accept that too. It was the same for the times he would give me a facial. I stopped thinking of the humiliation of having another man’s cum. As he looked down he could see her lips touching his trimmed pubes. She sucked him for a few moments before releasing him. As she got up his heart sank. But she turned around.“This is crazy. I have never done something like this, not even with my husband.”“Don’t worry, me neither… not in a long time anyway.”She hitched her skirt over her butt and bending over, put her hands on the wall. Turning around with a smile she said softly, “fuck me!”There was no time for preliminaries. Steve held her. He was second up to present so he had to sit there and wait. Each presentation was to go for like thirty minutes though some went over. The presentation before him went over a database management system and how to implement it. It was quite a good presentation if he had to admit. He saw that the committee was happy with the presentation, and so he was hoping they were in a good mood and he would survive his turn up. Why does nothing ever work out?He got up to do his presentation, made sure. No, I'll never lay claim to that. But I do have a story I'd like to unfurl, a tale to pull out of my hat.You see, I'm a man who likes to don clothes that your average Joe wouldn't wear. I've not told a soul; no nobody knows that I'm so into make-up and hair.I love to wear dresses or blouses and skirts, draped over my lacy corset. Tucked into a girdle; who cares if it hurts? It's all for the right silhouette.For years I'd been dressing, but only at home. I'd never dare venture outside. I'd make.