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There was something about last night, being naked and on my knees in front of her. It was like I wanted to please her. For some odd reason it made me excited. It wasn't just seeing those great legs, , or glimpsing her panties. Though that was very erotic. Somehow I felt like a kid peeking up some woman's skirt, the chance of being caught making it more excitable. Like she knew I was looking, that I was being a "bad boy". Maybe ti was something else. A secret thrill of some kind. Hard to...

There was something about last night, being naked and on my knees in front of her. It was like I wanted to please her. For some odd reason it made me excited. It wasn't just seeing those great legs, , or glimpsing her panties. Though that was very erotic. Somehow I felt like a kid peeking up some woman's skirt, the chance of being caught making it more excitable. Like she knew I was looking, that I was being a "bad boy". Maybe ti was something else. A secret thrill of some kind. Hard to...

I'm using her pearly pink nail polish. Mandy's on the vanity and I*'m naked. She helped strip me on the pretense of having sex, then changed her mind. On my knees I can see right up the over-sized tee-shirt she wears, the way her tight panites outline her vulva. She knows I'm looking and strums my sex with her other foot. She's really getting over on this. It's the only thing I can do to placate her, especially after she learned I was doing Guinevere's toenails. She was full of questions: Is...

I'm using her pearly pink nail polish. Mandy's on the vanity and I*'m naked. She helped strip me on the pretense of having sex, then changed her mind. On my knees I can see right up the over-sized tee-shirt she wears, the way her tight panites outline her vulva. She knows I'm looking and strums my sex with her other foot. She's really getting over on this. It's the only thing I can do to placate her, especially after she learned I was doing Guinevere's toenails. She was full of questions: Is...

Looking at Robbie Mathis, I cannot help but think this is perhaps a preview of my future. His hair is nearly shoulder length, has a henna tint to it. He wears it in a large single inward flip, combed on either side of his face. Three diamond studs adorn the only ear I see. From the back anyone would mistake him for a woman. Arched eyebrows and dark, accented lashes suggest femininity. Perhaps a hint of foundation and wet plump lips complete his androgynous features. A large wide collar, button...

Looking at Robbie Mathis, I cannot help but think this is perhaps a preview of my future. His hair is nearly shoulder length, has a henna tint to it. He wears it in a large single inward flip, combed on either side of his face. Three diamond studs adorn the only ear I see. From the back anyone would mistake him for a woman. Arched eyebrows and dark, accented lashes suggest femininity. Perhaps a hint of foundation and wet plump lips complete his androgynous features. A large wide collar, button...

I couldn't believe the stinging pain of the first slap! Gasped, and tried to stop the whimper that rose in my throat. But it was no good. By the third hit I was crying and by the time I'd had my full spanking, I was weeping uncontrollably. "I'm sorrrrry!" I wailed when she let me up. "No Dennis. Not enough. I've asked you and asked you to try and behave properly. I thought the panties were working, but obviously you need a much stronger reminder. Get your clothes off, please?" Less than five...

I couldn't believe the stinging pain of the first slap! Gasped, and tried to stop the whimper that rose in my throat. But it was no good. By the third hit I was crying and by the time I'd had my full spanking, I was weeping uncontrollably. "I'm sorrrrry!" I wailed when she let me up. "No Dennis. Not enough. I've asked you and asked you to try and behave properly. I thought the panties were working, but obviously you need a much stronger reminder. Get your clothes off, please?" Less than five...

The next time I got my refill of pills and another shot, I asked about the change in my skin texture and the sensitivity around my nipple area. The pharmacist just grinned and said "different people have different results, don't worry about it, you will be fine." I left it at that. Both the doctor and the pharmacist were professional women and if you couldn't trust them, who could you trust? In addition, my visits to the hair removal solon were shorter. The women were always...

The next time I got my refill of pills and another shot, I asked about the change in my skin texture and the sensitivity around my nipple area. The pharmacist just grinned and said "different people have different results, don't worry about it, you will be fine." I left it at that. Both the doctor and the pharmacist were professional women and if you couldn't trust them, who could you trust? In addition, my visits to the hair removal solon were shorter. The women were always...

This time the event had seemed almost business like. Sarah had virtually summoned him to the same parking lot and made it clear that he must be dressed and made up as Denise or face exposure as "the mystery girl". Her greeting had been abrupt, though the gleam in her eye was clearly lustful. She had led him on a brisk walk to the same path. Instead of womanly chit chat she had peppered him with advice to perfect his womanly walk and his voice. Denis had found his treatment humiliating, yet...