Another chore. So ignoring those coal black eyes that followed my every move I cleaned up. Thank God the basement had retrofitted with a concrete floo... and two four inch drains. It only took half an hour to clean up. Happy I went back upstairs, turning the light off and locking the door. That was a good thing, as less than fifteen minutes, while dragging yet another garbage bag filled with empty bottles to the waiting dumpster (yes, I had hired one. I'm not an idiot.) a van came down the road.. She must have heard it sensed it because the leash wastugged hard and I felt two stinging slaps across my backside. I winced,and bit my tongue to stop myself crying out. I sensed the Mistress benddown in front of me and then a finger forced its way into my mouth. Itmoved in and out and I sucked on it almost gratefully, so needy was Ifor some comfort. I ran my tongue around it as if it was a cock, bathingit as well as I could with my dry lips. The finger was removed, and I felt more alone than. She kissed it one more time, “But I won’t forget it now.” With one last kiss and a sigh, she moved on. It seemed her lover was following her lead now. Fingers trailed languorously over her body, raising goose-bumps and caressing them away. They explored as they roamed, as though wandering through undiscovered country and wanting to take in all the details. She leaned into it as a hand gently cupped one of her boobs. It felt so different from what she was used to. Harry had short, stubby. I comb styling it once more, I then shook my head gently andthe style settled in all its feminine glory.I pulled on my lightweight, lined black jacket, filled my handbag with the bareessentials and admired the finished product in the mirror. Jack becomesJacqueline - and feels so natural about the new identity.Cautiously, I stepped out of my hotel bedroom. No matter how good I thought Ilooked, I was always anxious to steer clear of people if I possibly could,particularly in places where a.