Inside Out - Part 3 The Return Of Sheila free porn video

Wednesday came and Sam and Dr. Inga Carlson a plastic surgeon showed up around 10 AM. Dr Carlson was a tall, rather severe looking woman about 50. She asked me to strip down to my shorts and gave me a once over physical then poked and prodded all around my body. She spent a long time studying my face. She took a brief medical history from me but asked if I could please answer in my femme voice. I complied but it did seem weird. She was typing into a laptop all the time. Finally she took a bunch of pictures of me from all different angles. Then she told me to put my clothes back on and meet her and Sam back in the living room. When I joined them she started to speak her comments were directed to Sam. Dr Carlson said, "Physically it can be done without much issue. The size of the hands and feet are appropriate, the shoulders wide and head large, but with right hairstyle and appropriate wardrobe they would not be a major issue. On the face we will need to lift brow line, open eyes up, make a slightly thinner nose, and perform a tracheal scrape." She continued, "Also the subject will need to lose 15-20 pounds and will need hip and butt enhancement to be in proportion to the shoulders. This could be done with surgical implants in conjunction with breast implants if this is to be somewhat permanent. However if it is to be of short duration, appliances could be used to accomplish the same thing. The voice is good enough so vocal surgery is not indicated. The subject should consider laser treatment to remove most body hair and a hormone regimen while attempting to pass as a female." Dr Carlson closed her computer Sam thanked her and showed her to the door, she nodded in my direction as she left. I looked at Sam and said, "She was charming." He laughed and said, "Forget her! Your important test is tomorrow." I said, "I take it you are talking about a shrink?" Sam nodded and said, "Dr Norman Wirtz and he wants to talk to both of you." I laughed and said, "Sam I doubt that he expressed it precisely that way." Sam chuckled and replied, "Well no he didn't but anyway how long do you need to change?'" I sneered at him and said, "It's not like changing underwear, I need to transform into a new persona." Sam said, "Yea right so will two hours do?" I said, "OK." Sam replied, "Then Stuart from 11-12 and then Sheila at 2PM." Sam went on his way and I was left to my thoughts. I wasn't even sure how I would deal with being Sheila from an emotional point of view so it would be pretty hard to fake a professional. I didn't know for sure what he would be looking for. Perhaps I should come across as a well balanced male just looking for a disguise to save his life. Or maybe I should pretend to be a woman trapped in a man's body looking for a real life test. Or maybe I should just tell him the truth. Sleep was hard to come by and the morning seemed to go very slowly. Finally Sam showed up at the door with Dr Wirtz, he was in his early forties, about 5"10" tall with a slim build. He had salt and pepper hair and a goatee and dark brown eyes. He told Sam to come back in an hour and told me to relax. He asked the usual background questions and then asked me about my cross dressing history. He was easy to talk to and very empathetic and I found myself being fairly open and honest with him. As we talked I began to sense something else about him. He was not effeminate but certainly not a very manly man. It occurred to me that he might have been drawn this career because he had his own issues. Towards the end of the hour he wrapped up by saying that he certainly didn't see me as a transsexual, certainly not a candidate for SRS. He did see a case of Gender dysphoria, maybe even multiple personality. Sam returned and the two of them went to lunch and I hatched my plan as I transformed into Sheila. I put on my breast forms and waist cincher and pulled on a pair on taupe pantyhose. I wore a clinging black turtleneck ans slipped on a Gray skirt that came to about an inch above my knee. I decided in a low heel pump I put on a lot of eye makeup, long false eyelashes and lots of eye shadow to give my eyes a real smokey look. A bright red lipstick and nails to match. It was clearly a day for being blond so I went with the shoulder length wig. Large silver hoop earrings finished the look, I looked sexy but not slutty. He was a man who had chosen a career in helping people with issues, my plan was to entice him into helping me with mine. They came back once again he asked Sam to leave us alone. He introduced himself again, I am sure it was some kind of test, I simply said, "We talked at length this morning Doctor, but please call me Sheila." He asked some preliminary questions but then asked me to describe how I felt being Sheila. I told him about feeling very different, more empowered and controlling but in another sense also very much less in control. I went on to talk about Sheila seeming to take over my mind. All the time I talked I kept playing with my hair and licking my lips, batting my eyelashes. I would cross my legs from time to time but this guy was professional and never looked anywhere but in my eyes. I was glad I put the extra time into my eye makeup. He asked, "Sheila, why do you want to do this?" I replied, "I am in a great deal of danger, and am afraid for my life, I know this will work because it worked before. I think it is probably my only chance to survive. but I can't do it alone, I need help from someone like you." There was a slight change in his expression, maybe I got to him. He asked, "Do you like to have sex with men?" I replied playfully, "Not really, do you?" He looks uncomfortable but continued, "Have you had sex with men?" I crossed my legs and said simply, "Yes I have". He then asked, " ut you didn't like it?" With a bemused look I replied,"Maybe I haven't met the right man." Again he looked uncomfortable. Well here is the dilemma, he is likely gay or bisexual, the real question is top or bottom?, I would only have one chance and it was all riding on the choice. Stuart would have analyzed the situation to death, Sheila just thought, 'Who cares, what man doesn't like a blow job,' and said, "What I enjoy Doctor, is to be in control. For me, sex with men is about making their cock get oh so hard and stroking it." He got more uncomfortable and crossed his legs. I crossed mine and hiked up my skirt to show a great real deal of leg. I continued, "That erect cock is a symbol that I am in control, I can make it get hard and if I want I can make it get soft." I licked my lips as I finished the sentence. For the first time he averted his eyes from mine but wound up staring at my legs. I made no attempt to cover up in fact I stroked my leg sensuously. He started to perspire. I said, "Are you all right, Dr Wirtz?" He said, "Yes," but I got up and walked over and felt his forehead. "You're burning up, come into the kitchen I'll get you some ice water." He got up and started to follow me, I turned and looked down at his crotch and saw the bulge and said, "Oh I see the problem, that's easy to remedy." He said, "No no," but I unzipped his fly and grabbed hold of his cock, then I reached out with my left hand and guided his right hand to my cock. I gave a couple of stokes, he moaned. Finally I said as sincerely as I could, "Oh God I want you so bad," and dropped to my knees and took his manhood in my hand and immediately went to work. First I licked his balls, then I playfully took his balls in my mouth and pretended to bite. Then I took his cock in my hand I started to lick the head like an ice cream cone. First I went up from the bottom to the top on each side, then I went around and around like you do when you are trying to catch the drips. Then I slid my lips over the head, and down the shaft, it was short but thick, further and further it went into my mouth.. I started to move my head up and down at first very slowly, then faster and faster, and faster. He moaned and groaned, and wriggled but I just kept going until at last a huge load of hot salty cum exploded in my mouth. I quickly washed out my mouth and fixed my lipstick. I took him by the hand and lead him back to the appropriately named love seat. I slid my pantyhose down my now stiff cock sprung out leaving a trace of precum on my pantyhose, As I sat down I guided him to a kneeling position in front of me and spread my legs. Dr Wirtz has issues himself, but giving blow jobs was not one of them. He eagerly went to work. It was hardly orgasmic but it was the first time I had not been blown by either a woman or a man not dressed as a woman. His beard rubbing against my inner thighs was a pleasant experience but the most pleasurable part was the sense of power I felt. Here was the man who could decide my future kneeling in front of me with my cock in his mouth, it was a delicious moment indeed. I shot my load, some got into his beard so he went into the bathroom to clean up. I fixed my makeup in the entryway mirror,. He came out and said, "I am very sorry that was most unprofessional of me. As much as I wanted to make a crack like you sure don't seem like an amateur at giving head, I restrained myself and kept in character as the sexy(now slutty) helpless femme fatale and replied" Oh Doctor I'm not sorry at all, that was the first time I ever really enjoyed sex with a man." He looked at his watch and said, "Sam will be back in five minutes." I implored him, "Are you going to approve the project?" He looks perplexed and replied, "Sheila is a somewhat dangerous personality#." I smiled and said, "I know, but it is mostly sexual behavior that is dangerous, and I know a man like you could really help me if we could go on seeing each other. " He immediately shook his head and said, "No that would be improper, I am going to approve this project and would appreciate it if you would keep all this between us." I feigned a look of disappointment and replied, "Well thank you Doctor for approving the project, and you can be assured that the beautiful acts that passed between us will remain that way." Just them Sam pulled up, Dr. Wirtz said, "Goodbye Miss Callahan," and headed to the car. Sam came to the door and said, "How did it go?" I smiled and said, "Oh OK I think, at first he was hard on me but eventually it all worked out." Dr Wirtz gave the formal approval to go ahead with Project Janus. The first trial was coming up in a week so I spent most of my time preparing for my testimony. I did find time to hit the gym and pool since I had a lot of weight to lose. The first trial was for the murder of the undercover police officers. I was brought back to Boston in a military aircraft which landed at an Air Force Base in the suburbs. I was taken in a black SUV to the courthouse in Boston. I was testifying on the witness stand, all eyes were on me but I was looking back at the doors to the courtroom. I saw a young Hispanic man come in, he looked familiar, of course he was the gang member I had talked to at Starbucks that Sunday morning. I lost my train of thought as I stared at him, the prosecutor said, "Mr Fitzgerald would you please answer the question." Just then the Hispanic man bent down and took something off his leg, it was a hand gun. I yelled "gun" and ducked as a shot whizzed over me. The court officers subdued him quickly and there were no injuries. The Judge recessed the trial, as Edgar Velasquez was being led out he looked at me and yelled, "You will never be safe, we will find you and kill you wherever they try to hide you!" The incident made a big splash in the local the news. I finished my testimony the next day and I was spirited back to Virginia. It turns out the Cartel had bribed one of the security guards which is how they got the gun into the courthouse. Velasquez words kept coming back to me, and I kept thinking how safe will I really ever be? I received a note forwarded by the US Marshal Service from my ex wife. She had seen the news and tried to call me but there was no way to get through. Well at least the Witness Protection Program is keeping me safe from my ex wife.She said she was deeply concerned about my safety. Then she went on to say that she was getting married to Russ our neighbor, who also was now divorced. I wondered if they had been doing it while Jean and I were married, but in reality none of that seemed important, almost like it was never a part of my life. Russ was the type of guy who thought he was God's gift to women and when alone with the guys never stopped bragging about the women he was screwing. Now for all her faults Jean was a successful attorney and Russ probably was in need of a place to live and an income. Well Jean was a bitch and richly deserved Russ. When I got back I met with my new shrink, Dr. Anna Chang ,a very plain, but most supportive women. I also met with Dr Carlson, the plastic surgeon and she informed me that the breast and buttock augmentation if I chose to have them were reversible, and asked if I wanted to do them at the same time as the facial surgery. I said I would think it over. I went back to the work outs to lose the remaining weight, I also worked in some courses in self defense, just in case. The jury in Boston found the Colombians guilty of murder, but there was still a Federal RICO Trial coming up in a month. Again I was secretly brought back to Boston and testified. Security at the Federal Courthouse was much better but as I walked out Velasquez shouted, "We'll kill you, Fitzgerald and it won't be quick." Back in Virginia I considered Dr Carlson's question. Now I had thought I would just use appliances and so that maybe every once in a while I could take a break from being Sheila and go away for a weekend as a male. But the threats scared the Hell out of me so I decided that if Sheila was to be my cover story I better make it as complete as I could. I was transported to a small clinic in Maryland for the surgery. The procedures all had names :Brow lift, blepharoplasty(eyelids), tracheal scrape(Adams apple), facial resurfacing or Chemical Peel, Laser hair removal. The other thing they all had in common was pain. Fortunately there were no mirrors in my room for me to look in, I probably would have vomited at the sight. As soon as practical they did the body work, Breast augmentation, Buttock or glutal augmentation, and more Laser Hair removal. The recovery period was just a haze of drugs and pain. Eventually I started to both feel and resemble a human. When all was said and done I was quite pleased with the results. First I looked a good 10 years younger as either a male or female. When presenting as a male I had rather boyish features and when presenting as a female I had fairly strong features, I would never be called cute but I was quite attractive nonetheless. I was a tall, still 5'11" willowy 155 pounds, with a pair of 40C's a 28" waist and 42" hips. It took a while to get used to my new weight distribution and the fact that so much of me wiggles and jiggles when I walk or run. I wound up going to another government facility, this one was in Silver Spring. Maryland. I met my two babysitters form the US Marshal Service. They were Sarah Polanski, an attractive 30ish woman who was to help me with female issues, and Joe Rossi who was transferred in from Chicago for this assignment. They didn't want anyone who might be recognized as a Marshal. Joe was about 6' tall and 200 pounds, in his mid forties with salt and pepper hair, not bad looking. He was to pretend to be the "man' in my life for a month or two and then go back to Chicago. The government had hired an attorney who set up a consulting business called "Portal Consulting Associates" I had considered calling it Janus Consulting but thought that sounded two faced. I leased a townhouse on W Street Northwest in Georgetown that served as my office and residence and leased an silver Audi A6 as my company car. The background story was that I had been a consultant in Chicago and had moved here following a man ( Joe) My practice was to help small and minority business put together proposals to do government contracts, and to work with Government agencies to assist them in the use of small and minority businesses. From the start, Sarah was terrific she helped me shop for the appropriate wardrobe, gave me tips on makeup and grooming and critiqued my posture, choice of words, and a hundred other little details. Joe on the other hand was always cordial but very businesslike and a bit standoffish. I was confident that I could be successful at this business but the first major test was to get some clients to work with. The key to that was impressing an agency head that used both minority contractors and consultants like me. A fair amount of political clout was used to get me an appointment. Sarah and I picked out an outfit, a gray skirt suit. The skirt came to just above my knees, I wore a white silk blouse that buttoned up the front. We debated the wig for quite a while, she thought the chin length auburn wig was best I preferred the shoulder length wavy auburn wig. In the end I needed confidence so I went with the longer one. Sarah did my eye makeup, they looked smokey although I planned to be wearing my glasses anyway. Lipstick and nails were a light shade of red. and I wore a strand of pearls and drop pearl earrings. I stepped into a pair of 2 inch pumps and jumped into my Audi and went on my way. The middle aged secretary showed me into the office, where I met the Head, Mr.Jefferson Stith. He was a black man in his mid 50's about 6'2" portly maybe 250 pounds. He asked me to sit down, and I did so as demurely as possible. Then he said, "Ms Callahan, you have come very highly recommended and you obviously have some connections in this town." I smiled and started to relax but then he continued, "But no one gets assignments from me until I am sure they will do their very best. When you work for this Agency you need to be like Like Tiger Woods and bring your A game every day." Now there is little doubt Mr Stith was impressed with himself and even less doubt that his eyes were devouring me. Now Stuart never had a chance to use sexual favors to get ahead in business and Sheila really shouldn't. It demeans women in general, but there are parallels between being a consultant and being a whore, like charging outrageous fees per hour for services performed. Also some consulting clients wind up with the definite feeling that they were screwed. It is a bit of a morally ambiguous area, but Sheila was not very good at discerning those types of issues and what came out of her mouth was " Well Mr Stith I can assure you that my work meets the highest professional standards and that my ultimate focus client satisfaction. I definitely bring my A Game everyday, but I find much of my client satisfaction is derived somewhat less from my "A Game" than my "B Job." He coughed and muttered, "Is that so!" I licked my lips, batted my eyelashes glanced around the room to make sure we couldn't be seen and replied " I would be most pleased to give you a demonstration if you have the time" I was a bit curious, this would be my first black cock. He looked at his watch, hit the intercom and said, "Tell the Secretary I'll be a few moments late, something has come up." I unbuttoned my blouse unfastened my bra and slinked around his desk, he already had unzipped his fly, when I saw it I almost pissed my panties, it was huge. He reached into a desk drawer and took out a condom, a very big one, handed it to me and said, "I hope you don't mind." I took it opened it up and smiled seductively as I slipped it over his cock, and replied, "Whatever you want, as I said I am driven to provide complete client satisfaction." I took his hands and placed them on my breasts, he started to fondle them, it was a first for me but it didn't really turn me on. Then knelt in front of his chair and went straight to work. First I licked his oversize balls, then I licked the shaft all over, finally I grabbed hold with both hands like you would grab a baseball bat, and there was still more that I could swallow. I let go with my left hand and slid my right up and down the shaft while I sucked for all I was worth on the head of his cock. He came pretty quickly, it was a prodigious amount of spunk. I slipped the condom off twisted the open end and secured it with a rubber band and put it in my briefcase, I fixed my lipstick, my bra and blouse. He escorted me to the door opened it and said, "Thank you Miss Callahan you will be hearing from us very soon." I went home took the condom out of my brief case and smeared some of his spunk onto my blouse put the blouse in a box and tucked it away in the top of my closet. It might come in handy some day, a girl can't be too careful. Mr. Stith was a man of his word and within a week I had more clients than I could handle, but after all these months of inactivity it was terrific to be busy again. That first week Joe hung around a lot, I was busy with Sarah and didn't pay any attention to him. Once I got working he would come by around 7 at night, sometimes we would go out to eat after all we were pretending to be a couple. One night about 11 PM I was up in my bedroom working on my laptop on a presentation for the next day. I had taken to wearing as little as possible in the privacy of my room since I loved to look at my new body. I was wearing a flimsy see through robe and panties and high heeled slippers, I still had all my make up on and was wearing my glasses as I smoked a cigarette, sipped a glass of wine, worked on my Powerpoint Presentation. There was a commotion on the street below my window, it sounded like a bunch if guys arguing. I went to the window to sneak a peek, and just then Joe burst into my room gun in hand and said" Get away from the window, this could be a diversion while someone comes in the back" I was startled and did what he said. He then looked out the window and said it was probably nothing after all. He turned and was staring right at me, there was no point in being modest. I took a long drag and exhaled it very slowly as he continued to stare at me and said, "I thought they tell you guys not to take out your gun unless you are prepared to use it." He said, "Oh sorry, and put his revolver back in the holster. I took another drag and exhaled it as I walked toward him and said" That wasn't the gun I was talking about," as I reached down and felt his crotch, his hands went to my tits, I unzipped his fly and grabbed his cock, and said breathlessly, "I want to feel you inside me." With that I turned holding the head of his cock against my hip and the cheek of my ass as I guided it to my anus, I steadied myself with my left hand on the back of a chair, while he repeatedly thrust his cock deep inside me, all the time he kept fondling my tits with his hands from behind. Having my right hand free I grabbed my cock and started to jerk off all the time watching the proceedings in the full length mirror opposite the foot of my bed. This was something! I loved the sound of his flesh slapping against my ass, eventually he took his hands off my tits and grabbed my hips to gain more leverage for his powerful thrusts. I was mesmerizing watching my tits jiggle and bounce in the mirror.This was kinky and I was really enjoying it. He shot his load about the same time I shot mine. I went into the bathroom to clean up and grabbed a wet washcloth with warm water and brought it out. Joe was lying on his back on the bed. I slid next to him and said, "let me clean you up, and I wiped off his cock with the washcloth. He made no protest. I was intent on seeing myself suck his dick so I summoned up enough false sincerity to say " Joe that was unbelievable, I never felt like this before" Joe said nothing in response which was not out of character. Then I snuggled in next to him and used my index finger to play with the his nipples. Next I kissed his nipples and slowly started to kiss his chest, stomach,and lower abdomen while my left hand caressed the inside of his thighs. By the time my lips reached their intended destination it was hard as a rock. At that point I slid off the bed and knelt at the foot of the bed and said, " Stand up stud, I want you to fuck my head" He stood in front of me and after a couple of playful licks and kisses on the head of his cock I swallowed it and went to work. Again I was enthralled at the image in the mirror, I was so busy watching myself that I was taken by surprise when he shot a load of warm salty cum into my mouth, I gagged and rather unceremoniously got up and went into the bathroom and spit it out and then washed out my mouth. When I came out of the bathroom he was gone, I heard the front door close and his car drive away. I thought " Oh well, I so wanted to try post coital cuddling, maybe next time...NOT!!!" I felt great, but it wasn't that the sex was that much better, it was the kink. Sheila was voyeur, an exhibitionist, and a big time narcissist. What I wasn't as sure about was building up the male ego to get him to perform. Oh sure it was fun to manipulate Joe, but maybe it would be more fun to have a sub, or even better a bound partner. For the next few months I threw myself into work. As a consultant Sheila was the whole package, she retained Stuarts keen analytical and problem solving ability but she had personal magnetism and the ability to manipulate people to her advantage that he never had. Additionally I found the work far more rewarding than the previous corporate world consulting that I had done as Stuart. I always made it a point to befriend the females at each assignment, it avoids jealousy, and I could always learn something about the males that I could use to my advantage. At times I was hit on by the men but never responded. Partly because I didn't want my secret accidentally uncovered and partly because I was advised by the Program not to get involved in relationships. I also was somewhat somewhat asexual ,about the only thing that turned me on more that myself was real kink. I developed an Internet persona, I called her Matty Walker after Kathleen Turner's character in Body Heat. She was a domme and looked for submissive males in places like Alt.com and even Craigslist. I would travel to New York, Philly, and Richmond for weekend sexcapades. I never did anything in the Washington DC area for fear of being recognized. As Matty I wore a black straight wig with bangs, lots of makeup. I would always set up two dates for each trip. As hard as I tried often my trips went for naught, as one or both dates would be no shows. Occasionally I would get frustrated enough to pick up a guy in a hotel bar and give him the old "I'm having my period but I'd be happy to suck your dickline." Then I got lucky, I was contacted by somebody called Cherryhill, he asked if I was a pro and I replied no but that doesn't mean I'm not good. He asked me to meet him at a motel near Richmond. I was dressed in my Matty wig and makeup, thigh high boots, a black leather bustier with cut outs for my tits and elbow length gloves. It was covered by a trench coat carried with me a bag of toys, handcuffs, whip etc. I knocked on the door, he opened it, he was naked except for a ski hat type mask. I took off my coat and he started to say, "You look better that your-" I yelled, "Shut up, I'll tell you when to speak, I intend to do to you whatever I want, you have only one purpose and that is to please me, is that clear." He just nodded. I went on, "Good. Now I will ask you for a safe word, if you think things are going too far you just need to say it and I will stop, what is your word?" He responded, "Nutley." I slapped him and shouted, "Nutley what?" He replied meekly, "Nutley, Mistress." I said, "Very good." I took a tension rod out of my bag and handed it to him and said" put this up high in the entrance to the bathroom" He silently did as he was told. Next I gave him two sets of handcuffs he put one on each wrist and I attached the other ends to the rods. He had enough freedom to stand either facing into the bathroom or facing out. It was one of those cheap rooms where the sink and mirror are outside the little room with the toilet and shower, but it was ideal for my purposes. I set up a small video recorder on the counter and then went to work. First I had him face into the bathroom, from behind I reached around and rubbed his chest, then I worked my way down and played with his balls and cock, it got very erect very fast, there would be time for that later. I had been the fuckee a lot lately and tonight I was going to start by being the fucker. I slid a condom on, grabbed his hips and stuck my cock in his anus, and thrust as hard and as far as I could. It felt so good to be driving my cock into his ass, I glanced at myself in the mirror and loved the sight I saw. I came pretty fast. I turned him around and resumed playing with his cock. I was going to suck it but then I had a different thought. I unfastened my bustierre and grabbed his hard cock and put it between my tits, wrapped my arms around his back, and started swaying form side to side. I think he liked being tit fucked because he came quickly and I felt his warm cum on my tits. Now of course I knew it would happen, but nevertheless I slapped his head and screamed, "You worthless piece of crap look at the mess you made!" I reached up and unlocked his handcuffs and said, "Now clean it up!" He started to turn towards the sink and I slapped him again and said, "No, with your tongue, stupid!" He licked my tits clean, I was glad I had it video, I would watch it over and over. Next I had him kneel, and I turned my back to him and said, "Kiss my ass, kiss every bit of it." He eagerly complied, then I had him kiss my inner thighs and finally, I grabbed hold of his head, forced my dick in his mouth and doing my best to hold his head still thrust my cock repeatedly down his throat until I shot my load into the condom. We repeated several of these acts and a few others and then I said, "I am done with you, you bore me, what to you have to say for yourself?" He said, "Oh thank you so much Mistress." I sneered and said, "You were hardly worth the time I have wasted with you." I got dressed and left. As I drove back to DC I thought to myself, what a great night, and I enjoyed watching the video when I got home. The next day, I was pleased to see I had an email from him which apologized profusely and begged for another chance in three weeks. I feigned reluctance but accepted the date. It became a regular thing, every three to four weeks. It was never as exciting as the first time but it also was never bad. It was the closest thing I had to a relationship with a man. Pretty pathetic, kinky sex with a masked man who only spoke when given permission. Then again some women might think it an ideal relationship. The fourth time we got together, I was in the heat of fucking his head when a look of panic came into his eyes, he raised his hand in a stop gesture. I immediately pulled out, and he started to gasp and swallow air, he ripped off the mask and was coughing. I had him bend over, slapped his back. He finally said, "I couldn't breath, must be some nasal congestion." I replied, "You were supposed to say Nutlety." He looked at me and said, "As you well know my mouth was full." I laughed and said, "Oh yesl I do recall that." He was quite handsome and looked vaguely familiar but I could place him. I went over and picked up the camera and started to look at it. He said, "What are you doing?" I said, "I am deleting the part where your face is visible, take a look if you want." He replied, "No thanks I trust you, why so considerate?" I laughed and said, "If a good looking guy like you wears that stupid mask all the time there has to be a real good reason, I like our little sessions and wouldn't want to screw it up." After about 6 months Jefferson Stith asked me to give him a status report on my consulting projects. I'm not sure why but I actually prepared something even though I knew what he wanted. I was in his office gave my report and said, "Is that satisfactory?" He smiled and said, "Not quite." I replied, "Oh I forgot the conclusion," and slipped around his desk. I unbuttoned my blouse and unfastened my bra, I climbed up on his chair and pushed his head into my breasts, he started sucking and biting my nipples. I reached down and grabbed his cock, it was even bigger than I remembered, but he already had a condom on it so I dispensed with the foreplay and slipped off of the chair and knelt on the floor in front of his chair and guided the monster into my mouth and sucked and sucked and slid my hand up and down the part I couldn't get into my mouth. He came quickly, I think he had been hard from my first powerpoint slide. Afterward he said, "I bet you can satisfy me in other ways." I said, "Oh it might ruin me permanently for other men." He said, "I don't care about that, maybe you need to find larger men." I smiled wickedly and replied, "I don't think there are any larger men than you." He smiled and said, "Nice try but I still want that cunt of yours." I said, "Do you remember what happened to that condom full of spunk form the first time?" Frustrated he said, "NO!" I smiled and said, "I took it home and there was a little accident and it got all over the front of my blouse. I was too embarrassed to have it cleaned or throw it out." Angrily he said, "What are you trying to say ?are you threatening me?" I replied, "No not at all ,well not as long as the status quo is maintained, what I'm trying to say that in business we play by your rules, in extracurricular matters, we play by mine OK?" He nodded. I replied, "Excellent! And in the spirit of compromise I think we should try another compromising position." He looked puzzled I turned around lifted my skirt, pulled my silk panties down knelt down on the floor with my forearms on the carpet, looked back over my shoulder and said, "How about this hole big dog?" First I heard the desk drawer open, then the sound of the condom package being torn, then unmistakable snap of the condom going into place, and then I braced myself. It really really hurt. I know there is a pleasure pain threshold but I don't recall the pleasure part of it. At one point he did tickle my prostrate which felt nice. I made a mental note to find a guy with a very long skinny dick. Finally he shot his wad and the pain stopped. I composed myself, fixed my makeup and packed up my laptop. I turned to him and said, "Well this was very helpful I think we should do this every quarter." He smiled broadly and said, "An excellent idea, check with my secretary on your way out. By the way it was an excellent job Ms Callahan." I replied, "Thank you, it is always a pleasure." I got even more referrals, my life was busy but empty in terms of relationships. Now I was asked out on dates by a few guys I met through work. I even accepted one just to have the experience. Not wanting to talk about myself, I got him talking, what a bore! I developed a great deal of sympathy for women who have to listen to men talk about themselves. To a large extent I was still trapped between Stuart and Sheila although Sheila had practically taken over my life. But one thing both could agree on was dating. Stuart had no interest in a relationship with a man, and Sheila had not emotionally progressed past seeing all men as walking, talking penises. Neither were ready for other shemales or lesbians so life became a blur of work, nights jerking off while watching video of Sheila dominating submissive men. Of course there was always an vague sense of impending danger, I could never get the threats of Velasquez out of my mind. And I could never forget that they bribed a guard at the Courthouse, in the back of my mind I always wondered who else they might bribe to find me.