You look soo tired. Why don't you sit down and let me make you a drink? I sit in my chair as 'she'.prepare me a tall cocktail. My eyes drank in how he looked in his beautiful body hugging red dress. His figure was confusingly seductive. I knew he was a man, but the figure beneath that dress was soo feminine. He looked up as he finished making my drink and walked over to me, my breathing slow and deep as I tried to remain relaxed. Your poor feet must be sore he said as he handed me my drink. My eyes looking up into his as I took a long sip and enjoyed the sweet nectar he had made. He knelt in front of me and removed one of my heels and began to gently massage it tenderly from heel to toes through my stocking. I gasped in delight as I felt the blood flow and the numbness dissipate. I continued to sip my drink as he repeated the same to my other foot, closing my eyes a beautifully manicured fingers expertly released the tension of e day. I hoped he would be as skilled with my growing tension higher up from my feet...