This time was no different. Finally, after the short period of her resisting, she relented and he told her, "When the time comes I want you to sit up ...nd take the bottle and hold your nostril, like this, and sniff deep and long. Then, I want you to put the bottle up to your other nostril and do the same thing. Once you have sniffed in both nostrils I want you to lay back and hold your breath as long as you can before you exhale."So, he put her on her back and began to pump her with his cock.. His assignment to Virginia could have been a saving grace for the staff of General Cornwallis if they had elected to listen to his warnings of not creating a trap for themselves with their back to the sea. General Cornwallis was of the "old school" dependent on the support of the British Navy for his strategic maneuvers and relied on reports that the British fleet would soon be reinforcing him from New York City. Unfortunately for Cornwallis, that support came far too late to help him and he. This story is a little different because it is about the start of my addiction -- my addiction to married women. Some might call it being a gigolo, some might say it's wrong. But how can bringing pleasure ever be wrong?I helped run a boxing gym after school. Having been in boxing since a little kid, it was a natural fit for me. The gym was mostly used by kids that wanted to learn how to fight, with a mix of older adults who just wanted a reason and fun way to get into shape. I usually didn’t. It was very exhilarating to be out and not have anyone know who I was. When I was out like this, I wasn't a short, slender non-descript man; I was a tall, big-breasted blonde (thanks to my DD size inserts). I always wore tight, short skirts to show off my long legs, which were encased in sheer stockings and 5" high heels, which made me close to 5' 9" tall and hiked up my nicely rounded rear. I loved women's lingerie and always wore a thong (no VPL!) with a garter belt. It made me feel very sexy.