This whole time, she kept her eyes glued on Agent Surgut, who was still absorbed in his smartphone only a few yards away.She was trying to be quiet, b...t her breathing was coming out ragged and her heart was pounding. A pressure was growing deep inside her, an itch that desperately needed to be scratched. Her pussy was getting wet and her nipple was starting to ache. She wanted to turn to face Maykop, to kiss him, or to feel his tongue on her nipple instead of his fingers.Maykop had his own. .. "I know what you want and I can give it to you." His words made her smile, and she stopped struggling from his grip. He lowers his hand over her ass, and then underneath to feel her pussy from behind. The girl gasps as she feels his fingers exploring the surface of her pussy...she didn't wear underwear that day. He feels the moist of her cunt dripping from excitement, and this makes him lose control, he can't take it anymore. He unzips his pants and lifts up her skirt, standing at a corner. Its full shape filling my mouth as my tongue played across the rigid nipple. Katie arched her back as she began bouncing up and down on my throbbing cock. I was entranced by this nubile young beauty and nothing could draw my attention away from her body, nothing that is with the exception of the front door of my house opening. Fearing the worst, that my wife had come home early from her running club, I picked Katie up off my lap, scrounged around for her clothes and tossed them to her as I. I would watch in envy as beautiful, slim girls would handle big black cocks the size of their forearms, how they would gracefully stroke them, and shake their smooth round asses on them before being dominated and filled to the absolute limit with thick hard cock, working so hard for that sweet, sticky reward that they so proudly wore on their faces and bodies.As days went on, I became more and more dedicated to living this “closet sissy” lifestyle that I found myself trapped in. I wasn’t always.