A Tranny Lingerie Shop Assistant

It was 2 am and he put down his pen with a yawn. Leaning back, he moved his chair a little from the vanity table and as he crossed his legs, one of his fur-edged mules with a spiked, 5-inch heel dangled seductively from his left foot. Glancing at his image in the mirror, he leisurely ran his hands through his rich mane of thick auburn hair. The movement made his pink, diaphanous night-gown rub slightly against his sensitive nipples. Cupping one breast, he closed his eyes and murmured, “Oh, ...