Surprisingly well

It was a couple of hours later before Katie was able to remove the last edge of the breast forms. She was able to remove the wig earlier as it had significantly less glue due to its smaller size. She was also able to remove his make up as they waited for the solvent to work its magic on the pernant glue.

After safely holding up the attachment and spinning it around to inspect it, “alright, I think we were able to avoid any major damage.”

“Great!” said Paul proudly.

Looking back to the client on the bed, Katie was almost disappointed at his familiar appearance, but she could still see Vyki’s facial expression in his smile. “Ya, you should be able to use it again without issue.”

Paul’s eyes went wide at her accusation of using it again as the weekend’s activities flashed through his head before he swallowed and nervously replied, “heh... eh, no, not any time soon.”

Katie just shook her head at him as she placed the breasts on the counter and grabbed another set of gloves, the solvent bottle and a fresh spatula to hand to Paul. “Here you go.”

Paul took the items and looked at her questioningly. “Huh?”

She then looked deliberately down at his crotch, “I told you when this started, I’m not getting anywhere near that thing. That one's up to you.”

“Oh, right,” Paul said looking down at the flat crotch now exposed by his flat chest.

“Go use the bathroom; the mirror will make it easier,” she advised as she proceeded to wipe down his breast form.

“Sure, thanks,” said Paul as he stood up to walk to the bathroom.

Katie glanced over her shoulder and had to hold back a giggle as she watched him walk out of the room staring at the gloves and bottle while clearly on the balls of his feet as his hips swung side to side, the jeweled plug sparkling in the overhead light.

It was almost an hour later before Paul walked out of the bathroom in a towel holding the bottle, spatula, and Vadget. Walking with a decidedly bent over stance with his ass back and toweling hanging far in front of him he started Katie from whatever she was engrossed in on her phone.

Seeing the discomfort and tenseness in his face she asked, “everything ok?”

“Ya, sorry, just a little....sensitive,” Paul replied through gritted teeth. It had been over two days since his cock had felt open air and the glue at the base of the cock burned a bit with the solvent. “Could you grab me one of those shorts,” Paul motioned to the bottom shelf of the cabinet.

“Oh sure,” said Katie as she hopped up and passed him the pair on top.

“Thanks,” Paul said as he slid them up his bare legs under the towel openly wincing as the waist band scraped against his cock before he pulled it away. With the shorts in place, Paul pulled the towel away and gingerly walked to hang it back up in the bathroom.

Katie was surprised at how well his ass appeared in the booty shorts she was surprised he had, but she also noted that his feet were closer to flat on the floor, but he still seemed to have a bit more of a sway to his steps than she remembered seeing on Paul before this weekend. Observing him return, Katie’s eyes went wide as he stepped in and she said, “oh God,” before turning her head.

It took Paul a moment, but glancing down, he could clearly see a pronounced tent sticking out from his shorts. Laughing a bit to himself, he replied smugly, “sorry. Guess the little man is just excited to be free finally.”

Katie just rolled her eyes at him. “Well, guess you’re back to you then,” Katie replied frustrated. “I guess I’ve helped out Molly enough for one day; catch you later.” She finishes as she turns for the door with the last few remanents of her make up and items she didn’t get in her last rush.

Paul could kick himself for sound so stereotypical, “Katie,” called out after, “I’m really sorry. Thank you so much for your help; it means a lot to me.”

Katie nearly sumbled at the door as she heard such earnesty from Paul that she’s not sure see ever heard from him.

“I couldn’t have pulled that off without your skill and it is really impressive the artistry and skills you have; no one could have done better for my ugly mug.”

Katie stared at him surprised for the honest praise and it took a few minutes before she replied, “oh, its not that ugly; I had a good canvas to work with.” Katie then bit her lip before she finished, “Maybe we can do this again sometime.”

Paul just shook his head at her, “you drive safe okay? I need to go get a shower, and get dinner & stuff going.”

Katie was a ltttle surprise to hear him put in such an effort, but she wasn’t about to interrupt. “K,” Katie replied before she headed down the hall towards the front door, “Catch ya later, Paul-ie"

Paul grabbed one of the shirts from the cabinet before putting things all away and locking things up and headed to their walk-in shower.

Under relief of the steaming hot water, Paul felt like he was removing weeks worth of grim from his sticky & tender flesh. However, when he reached down to his cock he was shocked how tender it still felt. Grabbing some of the sensitive skin soap they had, Paul slowly rubbed up his shaft trying to keep calm.

However, Paul was quickly overwhelmed by the overwhelming sensations and coupled with pleasure, his cock that hadn’t been touched in days exploded feverishly against the wall while he stood their panting. It was several moments that Paul was standing there in the short orgasmic bliss trying to figure out how much of it was pleasurable or painful when he realized he was staring at the grimy strap-on still on the floor.

Shaking off some linger thought that disturbed him, Paul grabbed the handheld showerhead and turned it to the high pressure setting and fired the steaming jet at the item on the ground. After its color appeared to largely clear up, Paul picked it up and continued to spray it down wherever spots appeared. Grabbing the sensitive soap, he proceeded to rub up its length. As he rub the cleaner up and down the shaft, he was impressed with how familiar it appeared to his actual cock. He continued to thoroughly scrub and rub with his bare hands only stopping when he realized he had stopped panting to lick his lips. Immediately dropping the item as if it were a snake and sprayed it again from a safe distance. Ignoring his own, very real and twitching cock, Paul finished the shower.

Upon getting out of the shower, Paul’s cock was still too sensitive to rub against a fresh pair of shorts, so he grabbed his black kilt and proceeded to get dinner taken care of.