" I smiled at her and she raised her eyebrows. "I mean it. And I'll stop her from sleeping over at your house, with all that that entails," she told m... cryptically. "And don't think I don't know." I know you do," I told her as she left the room. It was weird photographing someone I knew and she never relaxed with me in the corner of the room so I left her alone, used a film up in the dungeon – BDSM was certainly hot – and then found Angela with two of Robert's guests and her husband. I could. " I started to protest, but, looking into her eyes again, found myself unable to do anything else. I removed the bathrobe, and my face flushed almost as dark a red as my now exposed panties."Don't be embarrassed, Jim. I know all about you. You're a cross-dresser." How... How..." I was too shocked to speak. I found myself wondering how she could possibly know my name, or that I cross-dressed. I had never told anyone about the latter. It was my darkest secret."You'll understand it all in time.... She had a bandaged thumb and traces of dirt under her nails, evidence of involvement in the reconstruction. The denim jacket she wore looked more appropriate than the yellow dress underneath. A burn scar on her left leg disappeared up under the mid-calf hem. He wondered how far up it went and how it happened. She didn’t look the type to fall asleep drunk with a lit cigarette. She scrutinized him and became distressed. ‘Are you sure you can afford this, Mr. Holder?’ Bill realized he must look. "I'll be out in a sec" You walk to the fridge and grab a beer, resting on the couch as you sip it, trying to let the stress of the day at work melt away. Your look around the apartment and notice how clean everything is for once, Kay's doing no doubt. "Im lucky to have found her" you mutter to yourself in between sips.Kay isn't anything particularly special, 5'5 with brown hair and greenish brown eyes, a flattish ass and maybe c cup breasts though she does her try and persuade you they're.