.Almost. She decided I wasn't walking like a woman, so she told me to bend over and inserted the largest butt plug we owned, a monster that stretched ...e to the limit. She put my panties back in place and said, "I'm hungry, let's go get dinner." No fucking way. No. Not going to happen... and again, she won out. She promised me that I was completely passable as long as I didn't say a word. She promised to order for me and told me I just had to act like a lady and the illusion would hold. Easier. Involuntarily, I humped...just a tiny amount...but, I humped just enoughto feel that pressure slide against my 'special spot.' And, just enoughfor her to notice."See," she said in a mock understanding voice. "You're still all workedup!" You need relief," she said...then added, "Don't you, Baby?" whispering inmy ear again.I tried to sit up, but she kept enough pressure on my shoulders to keep mepulled back, my one suspended arm now fully extended.I had no strength (or will) to resist."Now...my. I have something for you.”He handed over a small icon of St. Stephen, the Protomartyr.“My patron,” I said.“Yes. If I recall correctly, you have a diptych at home.”“Yes, Dave Kallas, a Greek Orthodox friend of mine, gave it to me a few years ago.”“Then put this with that icon, as a start of your icon corner.”“Uhm, I hate to say this, but it’s on a, well, I suppose you could call it a nicknack shelf, with statues of Loki, Shiva, and Shakti. I also have one of Krishna, but it’s on a table in that. Anyway bit more time passed and I remember it was Saturday and I was having off from my job and my wife almost forced me to join them in this pre-matrimony meeting sort of a thing and half heartedly I agreed. Things changed when I and my wife reached at Mukta Didi’s house, her mom was not well.As such nothing was serious, there was having bit of uneasiness because of indigestion or something and she was not willing to go, so now it was me who had to go along with Mukta Didi to meet that guy, as.