His hand brought the knife up to her neck, twisting it in his hand so that the back of the blade kissed her skin as he kissed her. The slight switch w...s lost to her and she was still quite terrified that he'd cut her. His thrusts slowed in voracity and took on almost a lovemaking quality to it as he placed the knife down above her head and onto the side table. When it came back down it brushed ever so gently down the side of her face and onto her neck. Just as his thumb found the red line he. Derrick looked up as the door opened allowing Dempsy entrance. "I really don't have that much time Dempsy." Derrick said. "Yes Sire. I was wondering, what if any decision you had made about what we talked of earlier?" Dempsy asked as he sat before Derrick. Derrick sighed, he'd watched the last exchange that they had and he also had to admit the man was almost as fast as Dempsy. All AFTER Mara Callie had entered the room. "You're not going to let it drop are you? Just like the last time when I. "I expect you to make me supper and," I paused, deciding to push him further, "I expect you dressed completely as a girl." What?" he asked, confused."I want you in a dress, wearing a bra, panties, your wig, make-up and stockings, not pantyhose, stockings." "Oh," he answered, clearly uncomfortable with this condition."Use your Mom's clothing or whatever you need to do, but I want you looking pretty for me. Tomorrow night you are not Eric, you are Erica. Is that understood?" Yes," he answered,. I decided to pick up a bottle of wine from the shop across the road. The buzzer sounded as I entered. Behind the counter was a young Pakistani woman, our eyes met. "Where's Mr Abbassi" I asked. "He's gone to visit family in Pakistan" "Are you his daughter" "Yes" "I see" She smiled. She had large brown eyes-framed by charcoal makeup, she wore a tight black t-shirt, and she had thick glossy black hair that flowed down to her lower-back. My eyes wandered along the shelves of wine, as I was reading.