Hand In Her Cookie Jar

I have been cleaning a Lady's Boutique after closing for about six months. It started with feeling the lace and silk, and has lead to wearing the merchandise from panties, sheer stockings, garter belt, bustias, and even the occasional evening gown. I did not know that the owner had a video camera set up and she has been watching my cross-dress parades. She called me to her office one night and told me I was caught with my hand in the cookie jar. If I did not have sex with her, she would report me for it. Let's just say her cookies are still warm and the sex is fantastic.

— Mike, 24