He knew the artwork he had recently purchased from the dealer in town would impress them, but he was particularly pleased with the gasps and palpable ...ense of awe. He had really knocked their socks off! The first couple of people stopped dead in the doorway, and he had to ask them to move further into his office to allow everybody to see his new installation.This was turning out to be a very successful day. Not only was business good enough to allow him to splurge on a couple of pieces to adorn. Jumping out of bed, he realised he was wearing a pink, see through halterneck nightie that stopped at his mid thigh and ruffled out into agorgeously feminine hem of lace. The digging in his ass was from thelight pink floral thong he was wearing. The nightie was made of a soft,delicate material with two darker fabric patches providing cover for hissmall B-cup breasts.Across the room was a vanity table with a stool and a mirror, and Alanrushed across to examine himself. His new body was. I look up again to find his head dropped back slightly, the long, muscular column of his neck exposed, the muscles of his shoulders tense, his legs seemingly shaking as I dip and lift my head, enjoying the velvety steel length of him. His hands are firm on my head, but not guiding me, just engaging with the experience as I deepen my efforts, my tongue swirling over his tip, my fingers rolling his balls while I relish the opportunity to return his earlier favour.Suddenly, I find myself on my. .. "Hey, Austin!" I heard Janie exclaim. "What in the fuck are you doing?!" She scolded. I didn't even flinch. I simply opened my eyes and continued as if she were a part of my mind's play. I refused to let my greatest personal moment be ruined by anything or anyone. "You need to stop," Janie politely pointed out. "Kerry is at the palapa. She figured you would take a walk down the beach but we didn't see you. So I came looking." I nodded in acceptance of her comment and then looked directly in.